In The Play Yard Poem by Max Reif
In The Play Yard
Supervising the small children,
I glance at my watch to see
How long until my break.
My eyes see boys
Maneuvering tiny boats
In a clear, plastic tub in the sandbox:
They see a mighty harbor to navigate,
Traffic moving everywhere
Too important a job for them
To look up even for a second.
I try in vain to see through their eyes,
To know the immediacy,
That I envy so.
I love your observations, Max. Just the fact that you CAN observe this shows the child in you still lives. Very well done.
i like this poem max and when i saw your name i thought the colour blue AJS
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:08:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely poem. I can visualize the children playing so well. I guess we all have a child in us still if only we can embrace the fact - as you have done writing this for us all to read. Thank you.