Stranger Tales Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Stranger Tales
Oh how we smiled as a child
The earth was one big bauble
Each moment lit eternal
In this dandelion kingdom
How as a child we smiled
The stage was always new
Surprises knew no bounds
In this caterpillar world
The clouds were always there
Never out of reach
So long as there are fairy tales
It remains a magic place
A pumpkin to a coach
Stranger tales abound
The wonder of them all is this
That people really do exist
Edmund, I like dandelion kingdom and caterpillar world. They, with the simplicity in the poem, make me think of Wiiliam Blake. -Glen
A very poignant poem “Oh how we smiled as a child The earth was one big bauble Each moment lit eternal In this dandelion kingdom“ Loved this poem..
The imagination of a child is a magical world and a cracker of a place to be. Its creation of tales and wonderous places has no end, only growth. I love this tale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 8:15:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm feeling nostalgic after reading this poem. A child's world is the best to live in. We lose so much as we grow. So much disillusionment besets our paths. A lovely write that resurrects happy memories.
What a whirling rush this life is. We chase dreams as if to round one more corner or clear one more hill we will somehow be satisfied. We go abroad to escape familiarity but bring along that worn luggage in ourselves. Why climb mountains when the valley is so much more abundant?