Through the eyes of a child

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    Through the eyes of a child

     

     

    Through the eyes of a child I looked

    At the world outside my door

    I saw the beauty of a fish in a brook

    And watched the Eagle soar

     

    I heard the singing of the birds

    The wind whistling through the trees

    A silence prevailed, with no words

    Then I knew I had found the keys

     

    To a life without fears

    A time of no stress

    A time to hold loved ones near

    A time to be blessed

     

    So let the simple joys of life

    Keep you as a little child

    Forget your troubles and strife

    An be at peace and rest a while 

    By Amanda Michael

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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