have you ever seen a child at play
alone upon a summer day
poking bugs with crooked sticks
while listening to the things they say
it's not language we all know
it's dialogue, like in a show
they say the parts of all the players
in their busy mind's tableau
they even add the sound effects
creative little architects
inventing worlds inside their mind
amazing little intellects
so pure, uncluttered, processing thought
a child... imagination's astronaut
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Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)
PoetryFIRST PLACE COFFEE AFTER DARK WRITING CONTEST - JULY 2020 This collection has no particular category or message. They are errant thoughts and observations on various subjects. If interested, I hope you find some you enjoy.
