|
I was looking through some of my old poetry just now, trying to recapture a bit of my lost youthful inspiration. I found this. Hope you enjoy it.
FARAWAY
A little boy runs on the beach! He dances wildly with the sun in joy unbridled for the day-- He laughs out with delighted cry! Then prances 'round with arms upraised, small body flashing 'cross the sand to chase (to catch!) the gleaming birds that circle high above his head and cry out just for him! He calls for them to swoop to him; to pick him up and fly away to freedom pure in sparkling skies-- to Faraway, behind the clouds, where lie the dreams of running little boys....
© 2007 Steven A. Hessler All Rights Reserved
When's the last time you've been to Faraway?
|