Daniel has a pair of toy binoculars
he carries them wherever he goes
no matter which end he looks through
they posses magic and tell him
whatever he needs to know.
At each few yards or junction of events
he scans 360 degrees and proclaims
with utmost certainty
'This way'.
I want his binoculars but he won't let them go
as if he knows they can only work their magic
with the purity of his two year old eyes.
Lovely. I fully understand the joy and hint of jealously in youthful imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I bet he sees real wonders with those binoculars David, Oh to be a child again. Lovely poem. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX