Green Peace

Boating With Them - Poem by Green Peace

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.

Comments about Boating With Them by Green Peace

  • Allemagne RoßmannAllemagne Roßmann (7/2/2009 7:37:00 AM)

    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 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.

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  • premji premjipremji premji (1/16/2009 5:26:00 AM)

    it is always interesting to retrieve
    the child within you.......10 votes

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 7, 2008

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