Simple Joys

With voices loud and shrill
They scream at whatever they will
The sea and it’s waves roaring
The birds, slashing and soaring
The fish beneath the churning seas
As well as playing-chasing puppies
They scream for sheer joy
For a box they’ve made a toy
For stairs or hills and gravity discovered
Or for something they’ve dug and uncovered
And their joy echo’s in eager hearts of old
With long-forgotten simple joys re-told