As The Sun Goes Down. Poem by Kevin Hulme

As I descend on another day, I've seen the Boys and Girls at play. They play at War, sometimes at Peace, For the Booms and Bangs they never cease. In the century gone i saw of two, The Bloodiest fights I ever knew. Don't get me wrong it's not all War, The Children's Hearts can sometimes soar. With Music, Poetry, the Artist's skill, To every Heart it's pleasure fills. And Books by Authors Heaven blessed, All Prose as such time does attest. I've seen them come and the Centuries go, The Toys they make and the difference show. They sometimes are an unruly crowd, Their habits strange and their fashions loud. For the Playground is a boisterous place, With every Belief, Colour and Race. And so at Night when all is said, The Children get sleepy and off to bed. And then in the Morning i'll rise again, To witness once more the Children's games. Their exploits i'll view from land to sea, All triumphs and woes and more skinned knees.