Jeff Kyser Poet Light Verse

A Happy Little Child

They’re mostly frivolous and light
But then one comes along
And so I write
And write
And write

And when I read what others wrote
It burst forth like a song
And carries me along
Like paths
Some short
Some long
But right where I belong

When in my mind, it comes to be
It’s like I somehow see
It teases playfully
And tries to get
Away
From me

But then
I pin it to the page just for a while
And stroll a wooded mile
And smile
And smile
A happy little child 
Who never feels his Father is away
What can I say?

And so I play with words
That flit about like birds 
Some flee
Some stay
To join the fray
And help me write again another day

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Bj Legros Kelley October 16, 2022 at 6:13 PM I love this! Perfectly penned!! So adorable!

L Milton Hankins October 16, 2022 at 12:51 PM This is an absolutely precious little poem, Jeff. L Milton Hankins October 16, 2022 at 1:14 PM Thank you, thank you, Jeff, for calling my attention to "The Unattended Field," which for some reason I had overlooked. I went straight to it, read it, wept, and promptly FAVED it. Please repost this poem from time to time. More people should read it. It is a keeper! Jeff Kyser October 16, 2022 at 12:57 PM Thanks, writing is weird. I spent time over several days writing and thinking about and editing ‘The Unattended Field’, and cranked this one out, almost unchanged, in about 10 minutes, shortly thereafter. I would keep both of them. Go figure!