there faces light up
there hands clap
there feet move with a delightful beat
watching ,wondering as the snow drops
the tree stands high as the little star flies
the toys are so far away but we touch them just other day
food lay-ed on the table , taste buds dry and there mouth Begin to cry
the adults walk in to sit by the fire to share there happiness and family desires
as the screen switches of and the darkness creeps in these Little kids
lay down to rest in there third world mess
Author notes
this is about children watchin from the tv in the streets of africa watching the kids on tv
A contest entry
- Dreams by Samplette.
700 points, ended December 2, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A sad ending. Nicely witten. Thank you for entering.
Sam
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aww!!! this is so sweet. i send my love to all of those kids
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