They play within the garden,
so in tune to the beauty there.
With all its simple wonders,
only a child does share.
Amongst the tree house secrets told,
and the differences of girls and boys on the go.
Laughter so rings amongst the flowers and trees,
and the gold that streems through the tree leaves.
Listen close of the fluttring of wings,
floating upon th laughter of children indeed.
A time where as angels they hold such bliss,
for a time where they feel upon the breeze the gentlest kiss.
Within the mind a place is held so dear,
of those wonderous magical years.
A place tucked away for the time of the old,
a place where in age they return once more Im told.
Give the children this time to fly,
let not a tear ever fill their eyes.
Let them collect as many dreams as their minds can hold,
it's the front door to their life let love be told.
Author notes
God bless our children and raise them as he would have you with love everyday.
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With all its simple wonders,only a child does share.Give the children this time to fly,let not a tear ever fill their eyes.Let them collect as many dreams as their minds can hold,it's the front door to their life let love be told.
wonderful poem love every word good luck in the contest
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Excellent!
Excellent tribute to the child hood memories that come back to us when we are old. Letting the children have these experiences in youth. Great job. Don
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Such a beautiful poem...filled with pure love and wonder!!! Best of luck!
Love~
Az
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Oh Mom, this is so spectacular. It brought tears to my eyes. Children are such a gift from God. I love you loads.
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