Leaves are falling
on the ground
snow will cover
all around
we sit inside
and play with toys
and video games
The sun comes up
melts away
all the worries
and troubles that sting
the thoughts of
our parents
now they start to sing
We jump in pools
play in fields
pick the flowers
dream with clouds
O how
summer was great
Can you smell
the barbecue
supper's ready
grab your plates
bite the smoky meat
off the bone
smell the charcoal
haze
Watch the pink
horizon
the sun sets
inviting fire flies
over just to say
'Hey! '
Climbing trees
jumping stumps
trading pokemon cards
will run
the time down
all the way
to none
There is dark
and ugly
all around
perverting sights
and every sound
but when being
a child
is this awesome
who could pay attention
to misery
when jokes were
profound?
This so different to my poem of the same name. This is what I imagine a recent, happy childhood to have been. Very evocative.
A great flowing poem, like it a great write. May I invite you to read my new poem called, For Bartley Gorman King Of The Gypsies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well said. Childhood is a magical time.