The boy that stared
Up to the trees
The sunlight glistening
Upon the leaves
To daydream
And missing school
By his teachers
Labelled a fool.
Somewhere the poet
Hidden and shy
Locked within
That Summer sky
Sometimes so sure
He could feel grass grow
In natures splendour
Childhood to show.
Things more important
The soul to feel
Locked so deep
In those trees
So suddenly
Words they came
In that daydream
Nature framed.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
Good write N.
I know- you were a boy when you first arrived at the bus stop, and now you're age 90 and still there! lol.
And it seems such words fell in poetic fashion forming such sensitivity into emotion that condensed into poetry itself. A lovely write my friend
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