Boating With Them Poem by Green Peace
Boating With Them
It was pouring cats and dogs
Fully drenched I returning from the piano class
Suddenly saw I, gathered a group of tiny tots
Busy making and floating paper boats
Sat down with them
And danced, sang, sailed the blue boats
In ecstasy I realised that had
Happily embraced my inner child
When emotions ran footloose and wild
Down with a sore throat, influenza, pneumonia
Yet awaiting another shower
To join the kids in their mollycoddled gaiety and gala.
gargi...... it is always interesting to retrieve the child within you.......10 votes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/27/2024 12:09:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I wish i could date back myself to paper boat days.Papers get drenched and in reality something conveyed as emotions get drained in the gutter like a gushing dirt of water.In reality aftermath....its our tears which sail as boats when we lose someone we trust...to be ours......somebody aptly said i think Sir Thomas Hardy 'They are not ours'....... then it comes as a pinch of salt.Only the saltedness varies from person to person.A heart-rending write.