Eyes Of The Children Poem by Linda Ori

Such is the case, before we paint their eyes with the tainted cataracts of bitterness and negativity. We must find a balanced way to keep them away from Specsavers! Nice one Linda. Danny

unpolluted impressions...uneffected by bias...i wish we could be children again...looking at the earth and its people with peace in the mind...loved the flashes in the poem...love...nalini

Wonderful shining words of wisdom, Linda. Your poem has a feel of William Blake's songs of innocence. Very inspiring... love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Poignant work, Midnight...Your words paint a thousand pictures, and all cradled in eloquence & master penning''''''''''''''''''fjr

very moving poem.i am reminded of wordsworth on children: ' trailing clouds of glory do we come from heaven which is our home ' -u k sahoo, india.

Behold, what beauty, what innocence in the eyes of the children, and how well you have told this poem. Scarlett

A remembrance and celebration of the many glories of youth that we only really come into sight when our eyes are aged - as with many other things. But it makes us appreciate them more and it is relieving to think that there were such good times. - K.