Moonlit Memories

Its been an age since I have seen,

my friends the Bellifloe.

For men still hasten to destroy,

just like they warned me so.

Their trees were felled, their caves filled in,

then steamrolled firm and flat.

To pave the way for yet more roads,

as if they wanted that.

And as for me, I'm all grown up,

my temples turning grey.

But deep inside the heart of me,

I long to sing and play.

I miss my jolly happy friends,

I miss their dayglo hair.

I miss their burping contest,

as they hats flew in the air.

I long for random silliness,

for jokes that make me cry.

I yearn to skip with daisy chains,

and watching toadstools fly.

Alas it's true, their playfulness,

we'll have to live without.

For from this world, they've upped and left,

of that I have no doubt.

But in a secret cubby hole,

all wrapped up safe and tight.

I've got a borrowed pogostick,

and pray for one last flight.