william Konrad

Rookie (Winnipeg Man.)

Children - Poem by william Konrad

Children are laughter uncontrolled.
A joy to love, to kiss and hold
A boundless shape of energy
A treasure so short a time to be

A twig, a stick, a magic wand
A stone thrown in a stagnant pond
A dandelion plucked from the ground
Curiosity of new things found

A nose wiped on a fresh new sleeve
Fairy tales of Christmas eve
Wide eyes eager to believe
In Santa Clause and Christmas trees

Happiness found in wondrous things
No thought of what tomorrow brings
Play hard my child while you still may
Don't hurry to meet that grownup day

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  • Aditi Khandelwal (12/29/2011 6:10:00 AM)

    this is such a beautiful poem sir. Really childhood is so great no problems and no tensions.
    nice write.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

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