When I sit and watch the clouds rolling by,
sometimes I see a small child's memory,
of how the trees used to sway with the wind,
a wind that sometimes sounds like a rolling tide.
A small child's memory of awe at the sky,
that seemed somehow so big and far away,
the sun and clouds and a small child's memory,
that was mine.
So why is it that as the years flow by,
just as the tide ebbs and flows,
so the sky no longer seems big,
or far away?
Sometimes I see a small child's memory,
of how the trees used to sway with the wind,
a wind that sometimes sounds like a rolling tide,
and a memory that is mine.
Andrew Siddle 2008
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I often watch the world through the eyes of my children and it stuns me to think that it just doesn't look the same way to me as it does to them...I miss that I suppose, though time does cause those fabled rose colored glasses to break and reality comes at you like a freight train. I enjoyed your work. It flowed nicely and had a wonderful message. Great read.
~mandie~
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