A CHILD AT PLAY
My young child played, living in a world of his own,
You cannot see from his action what is in that active mind,
Eyes seeing some far off place, magical, unreal, yet real,
You cannot see from his action if he lost in outer space.

Or is he prancing on a great stallion across the lone prairie?
What is in that active mind of that little child of mine?
Let me be lost in outer space with you, riding past the stars,
Find another world together, sharing your wildest dream.

Prancing on a great stallion, together let’s run like the wind,
Gallop so fast that like Pegasus we gain wings and fly,
Then dive below the sea and find treasures of fine gold,
Share your wildest dream my child so together we’ll be.

But that’s one place I cannot be, the game is his own,
It makes him what is he and what he wants to be,
Dive alone below the sea I will just watch, climb high.
My young child played, living in a world of his own.

M Ann Margetson © March 10, 2001
2001/1168Achild
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