Spring, Summer, Autumn. Poem by Chantelle Clark

Spring, Summer, Autumn.



I'm just a Child, looking on,
Always making fantasies by the pond.
Running, laughing, playing, and crying,
Emotions come on wings...flying.
I run wild and free,
In this place where I can be me.
No cares in the World, no responsibilities,
The World and youth, open to many possibilities.
Within this wonderful place...
I am given my space.

As the sun gets older,
The Earth grows colder.
Time slips by silently,
My life passes slowly by defiently.

I'm now a Teen, evveloped within,
I make sure gangs are not my kin.
Oh how I see people are happy,
It makes me want to smile, all sappy.
Now the World's youth not so young,
We have those emotions weighing a tonne.
Sometimes running, laughing, playing, and crying,
When those emotions stop flying.
No more running wild and free,
Hiding behind a mask, knowing I still got to be me.
Cares are heavy, and responsibilities hoard,
All these possibilities, I got to choose I cannot be bored.
Within this wonderful World, not so bright,
Now always searching for that proper light.
I've got no place, it seems,
Not enough space, I deem.

The trees creak with windy Autumn blasts,
As if whispering of my childhood past.
Here I am on the final stage,
Writing upon my last page.

Such an Adult you consider me,
But yet I still have to figure out what to be.
Rocky seas carry me beyond, to my knees,
All my mistakes make me pay a fee.
The World's youth begin over once more,
wanting to run free, the desire shakes me to my core.
Only running, laughing, playing, and crying,
When my emotions take me flying.
What a wonderful feeling to be a child,
No memories have yet been filed.

To experience life again, with my knowledge,
It would of been a breeze, that college.
But boring it would be,
Not making those mistakes, finding me.
What a wonderful World this is,
I've really got to say it tis.
Life can bring strife.
And learning can bring yearning.
But as an Adult, decisions are made,
Some Childhood memories never fade.

By Chantelle Clark.
Written- August 18th 06.

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