I've grown enough to know the difference,
that the sky of blue I see is not the same
as the one I read of in story books;
the only clouds are kelp and fishes,
though I still try to see shapes in these;
And I find that I prefer the forests of my world
to the deep dark places of overgrown growth
filled with witches and foolish children.
The reefs I've swum so often have dangers of their own,
and a trail of bread crumbs would merely float away,
but there is always an escape from the coral;
hansel and gretel never tried going up.
Adding your comment:
And hopefully when I go to JUDGE the contest, I'm going to add another comment to each of hte finalists - perhaps THEN, I'll be able to put to words what it was about this poem that I liked so much...
