in childhood we walk with young eyes
everything is fresh new buzzing
with curiosity appeal sun wind rain breeze
light smell sound all bids for child mind...
curiosity attention like a bird dog
traces mystery scents fast to nest source
easily distracted a flash of light a snap sound
an errant scent all can overpower time...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem