What Happen To, Being Happy Childlike Poem by Mark Heathcote

Did you ever love walking in puddled lanes?
Wet with rain or running in meadows
Tall, lush, with buttercups in knee-high strains
Did you wade in a river without clothes?
Hear your own heart trill out loud in the moonlight.
Fight that sibling after playing, Broncos.
Ever have a child's life and smite in spite
All the love and wonderful - grottos
Did you ever play around a duck pond?
And splash in puddles the long way home.
Sure, wasn't it just great to leave and abscond?
Okay, sure, wasn't it great then to just idly roam?
What's made your face look like a moulded flour sack?
What happened to being - happy, childlike - laid back?