Saturday, May 7, 2011

When Children Play - a roundel 1st draft

When children play, in open spaces
Voices ring out loud and gay
Joy of life etched on their faces
When children play.

Would we could forever stay
In that happiest of places
Cares of adulthood still so far away.

Time and tide together races
Toward the closing of the day
Childhood leaves such fleeting traces
When children play.

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