Windie Steffen Poet Rhyme

Closer To the Ground ,A Reflection of Childhood

The world is very different
When you're closer to the ground

The real world so high above; 
The canopy and clouds

A place where time and hurry
Are not ever on your mind

That dilly dally wandering
Now seems so far behind

...and now it's hard to turn it off;
The time-clock, and the work

And in the corners of my mind
The worry starts to lurk

Sometimes I still remember
I'd just sit there on the ground

And brush my hands on blades of grass
To listen to the sound

The ants went marching one by one
...a single file line

All that work for just one crumb?
... I thought it was a crime

I wonder how I got so tall
I wish I could go back

To see the moss that grows
To fill the sidewalk with the crack

I think I'll plan a weekend trip
To just sit by the sea

And try to get back to the place
I wish that I could be

I'll flip the rocks to find the crabs
That scurry fast to hide

And dig my toes into the sand
And spend the night outside

I'll listen to the waves
The way they crash along the shore

And try not to forget again
When I come through the door

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Venetia Crasta September 29, 2017 at 8:48 AM Yes the demands of growing up makes us forget out childhood memories

Old Buck September 26, 2017 at 5:02 PM Windie: That was wonderful and well written. I'm retired now and fortunate to spend time in my "second" childhood. However: I do often forget why I came through the door. :o) Keep them coming. And thank you for sharing your work with all of us on the soup. oldbuck