Sitting on a park bench in the daytime,
Watching with curiosity.
Still as a statue
But with rapid thoughts about what I see.
There they are.
Just them as themselves.
Kids are who they want.
With the guidance of the loved.
I take time to examine them,
As a scientist would to a specimen.
There is only one word that comes to mind,
Oh Dear, maybe there's more then one...
Freedom.
Innocence.
Love.
Wonder.
Children are true.
True to each other,
True to the world,
True to themselves.
There is absolutely NOTHING fake.
Not a hint of it.
Why would there be?
Isn't a need for it.
I can define what a child is,
Every single one.
They are everything we want.
Children are pure.
Author notes
This is what I was thinking at a park one day. I don't know. Not my best work, but I hope you enjoy.
Written November 5th, 2004
A contest entry
- Kids!!! by bambie k2004.
300 points, ended November 5, 2004, 12 entries
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that was so wonderfully sweet, i love kids, and second everything you said about them (even though they can sometimes be little devils-heh) sorry it took me a few days to return your comment on my poem 'Rain is For Dancing' anyway, glad i got around to it, cause this poem was really sweet...
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This all comes to mind of what Jesus said that in order for one to enter the kingdom of GOD, one must become like a child. How so is all true, children really are true to themselves, and they are so much like little sponges, what they see and learn, they live it all. This is a wonderful to read poetry...hope to read more of your latest work!!
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It is a lovely thought, and very true as well. I Think you did a great job with this thought.
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I agree...our children are the purest of the purest.. Special little gems and so innocent.. This is a great poem..Thanks for entering
Much love
Bambie
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