The Strength Of Childhood Is For Ever  Poem by Nero CaroZiv

The strength of childhood is forever 
Remember when all the birds were faint with the hot sun,
School days were off as the birds were hidden in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; a holy hour; a precious endeavor

I recall that green grasshopper's, on a back of a cow he took the lead
In summer luxury, the cows were moaning; dogs barking yet undeterred it had never done
With his delights; and yet the nimble big butterfly for when it tired out with the wind and fun
The butterfly so close to the grasshopper rested at ease beneath some pleasant weed.

Who would forget the bitterness of a citrus leaf
When the trees waved and whitened in summer gale brief
Bursting from a rock by the red stones wall
From its heights the shrubs hanged down in boughs all

The strength of childhood is ceasing never:
My childhood days on a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrilled the lost
Hidden cricket's song, in holy warmth increasing ever,

The strength of childhood alive within me; forever it rises
It bestows one the face for all upcoming challenges and crises
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost, among mountain towers
The picture of that childhood grasshopper's among some grass and flowers                        

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