Childrens Power

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    Childrens Power

    Let Us Go

     

    Come---let us go hurriedly

    across the green lawn

    and carry hands full

    of the blades---

    We can float them---

    Ships---on the stream

    until they tumble

    between rocks----

    Let's watch the

    ducks and listen

    to the Crow---she

    nested---briefly

    in a high perch---

    Casts for every

    ear---lamentations

    to the air----

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    rsalassi commented on Childrens Power

    07-07-2010

    More than capturing nature, you captured the nature of children, who are born the world's greatest actors, and lose that magic as they grow into a world that squelches their power to imagine.
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    WordSlinger commented on Childrens Power

    02-20-2010

    You captured nature for sure, intending for people to take time to visit/cherish nature, :) tyWS
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    danmartyjake1 commented on Childrens Power

    12-20-2009

    I remember similar days like this poem describes in rural area of Ga where I grew up. Thanks for sharing your great talent and bringing back some sunny memories.
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    Paolo

    12/20/2009

    I am happy to know that my little poem was able to bring remembrance of your younger time in Georgia. While I am Italian, I was born in Georgia, US and was there only for 2 weeks while my Mother recovered from my unexpected birth. I've only returned once and I discovered it is a beautiful region of the US.

    RHPeat commented on Childrens Power

    10-19-2009

    Paolo// what a grand poem. Innocence and reality. I'm overwhelmed. Take a look at these lines: (to the Crow---she's/ nested---briefly) or maybe (to the Crow---she/ nests---briefly). A fabulous poem// a poet friend// RH Peat
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    KtIrish commented on Childrens Power

    10-05-2009

    Brings to mind silly sunny days. Love it. Write on.
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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