On this warm April day, Sweet smiling children play so free Neath the flowering tree. Girls pick pink blooms for me, weaving Them into my hair; leaving Their love for receiving; I trail Them with my fingers - They'll Be missed. Boys play tag, frail Ones smiling as they stumble by. Some of the children lie, Gazing still at the sky (these are the Dreamers). I recall the Bright days when there was a pureness, And such an innocence They will still be missed - such a day!
a/n - I have had the pleasure of tutoring children grades 1-5 in reading and math at the Salvation Army. This program is called America Reads, and is a very fulfilling experience. Every now and then, when the weather is nice, we let the children play outside in this little grassy area. Since my last day of tutoring was five days ago, this is my little tribute to them. Almost my way of saying goodbye.
*this was posted on another website 5/4/08
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
There is a very catchy tune within this piece, like a sing-song kind of quality that is very pleasing. I love the gentleness of the words, the capturing of innocence and children.
Kudos many times for this one! Simply delightful!!
Love, ~Poe
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
