Len Webster


Len Webster's 'Childhood Is...'


Childhood Is

when the world to come
is an adventure to be met

Childhood Is

running and hiding
peeking around blind corners
hoping you have been followed

Childhood Is

ducking and diving
dreaming of being in the best
football team in the world
and scoring the winning goal
in the Cup FInal

Childhood Is

being the perfect person
(or not being caught out
when you're not being
the perfect person)

Childhood Is

a mass of contradictions
you don't want to unravel

Childhood Is

a nice cosy bed,
clean sheets
and Mummy's kisses

Submitted: Sunday, June 26, 2011
Edited: Monday, August 11, 2014

Topic of this poem: childhood

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  • Veteran Poet - 2,847 Points Pintu Mahakul (11/3/2014 6:20:00 AM)

    Childhood is when the world to come and meet adventure. Beautiful description. Excellent work presented. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,855 Points Soulful Heart (10/28/2014 8:35:00 AM)

    indeed childhood is the only phase when u can be what u really are without any necessary masks of smiles or fake friendliness..... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Mohammad Akmal Nazir (6/26/2011 1:04:00 PM)

    You depicted childhood very skilfully. Great poem written well with nice texture and imagery. I rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'Abortion' on page 4. Best regards Akmal (Report) Reply

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