Happy is playing with children toys,
Feeling the wind on your face can chase away the blues,
See the crystals of frost glistening on the trees,
And catch a snowflake on your tongue.
To hear a kind word from a friend,
When you are feeling lonely,
The unconditional love of a pet,
Gives comfort oh so homily.
When the icy wind whistles violently,
But you are snug and warm inside,
When someone likes your poetry,
As so do I.
Anthony Foster
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-is-playing-with-childrens-toys/
