When He Was A Child Poem by RIC BASTASA
When He Was A Child
When he was a child
He did a lot of sketches
Boats, Stars, Moons,
Mountains, Clouds,
Seas, Shadows,
Mama, Papa In
His Sketchbook,
He opens them now
As tears flow from his Eyes.
The past becomes a bird
Alive hovering on his hair.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,mountains
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