we are the children,
who never wanted to
say goodbye to our toys.
Whilst all the other kids
where following thier fate,
We where the ones,
who wrote stories,
about our adventures,
in little notebooks,
we where the ones,
sitting on the branches,
up high, watching the world.
We where the ones who
sang to the stars,
and imagined life on the moon.
We where the ones who
heard the birds sing,
the trees whisper,
and the sun shout,
in radiant heated anger.
we where poets,
even if we didn't know it.
Dear Vicent you've just hit a beautiful chord in me.This is wonderful.A true art.Love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I bet this will touch each person that reads it Vincent........so many of the things you've said here are true for me, especially the part about sitting on branches. I always loved climbing trees! I would climb until I found a secret spot hidden by as many branches as possible and just sit....for hours. I could hear and see everyone else going about their business (sometimes even looking for me...more often not) yet they couldn't reach me. I would still love to do this...but, I think my kids and husband would worry if they found me hiding up in trees! They already think I'm strange! :) Thanks for the memories here. Sincerely, Mary