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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3340 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention A Spring walk with children Marty Abuloc you teach your children poetry Spring comes with the first waking to a day of stillness, a hushed hour waits outside the door to where a cherry tree arranges her blossoms. Where you are the colors are subdued and deep. Poetries of wild and early beauty in every leaf, every flower, every rock and breath of wind prays for your gaze. How utterly changed the world is measured in the palm of a child's hand or seen from her eyes, the wonder of boats asleep in perfect silence. how completely the wind covers your face with the song of melting ice, and how small you are in a maze of gravel roads, parks, cherry trees, and children's voices. See how red is red, and green is green under the shoes of running laughter? The sky is in its birthing as the earth, and across the seas to his door, summer rises. |
