The Morning Lyre
Two groups of people stopped and stared
As the construction crew labored
What were they building what was it all
The thing that they were building was a great wall
They tried to stop it but it was too late
The wall was completed and sealed there fate
The two groups divided and couldn’t stand
Like the house upon the shifting sand
What would they do set apart
They could do nothing but sit and watch the tools final spark
The children had it a great idea
The adults wouldn’t listen they had there own way
The children would do it to see there friends the next day
Early the next morning the children up first
And there they went they ran past the church
Gone they were gone the adults in pursuit thinking what and were what would they do
The children almost there three blocks to go
The adults watching closely and there was the wall still standing true
The adults figured it out was and screamed NO! NO!
As the children figured it was the only way to go
Up up over the wall that’s the only way
The adults running and pleading no no please stay
The guards catch sight of the children over the wall
The children see there friends and run to see them all
They guards have to mercy they take aim and fire
They only sound left is the sound of the morning lyre
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem