CHILDREN AT PLAY
Walking by the lake I saw a child at play,
He had that look that said, Im far away
On some desert island marooned all alone,
I wonder if they will miss me back home?
A sand and stone home he had built up,
He was hindered in his task by a little pup,
Who thought knocking the stones was great fun,
The boy didnt care if the job was not done.
He laughed as he played and ran in the sand,
Others came to join and made a happy band,
Some were the good guys and some were bad,
I remembered when I was young, the fun I had.
The spell was suddenly broken by a cheery call,
Keep playing there, but be home before nightfall,
One child waved his hand in thanks, returning to play,
I waited till dusk, then one by one they went away.
Sometimes its good to watch the children at play,
Think back to your own childhood now far away,
Listen to the echos of long gone happy days,
Listen to the wind and the thoughts it may raise.
M Ann Margetson © January 24, 2001
2001/1097Children
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