In All Innocence
Children in the schoolyard pierce the sky with vital cheer.
Their joyful octave shouting wrecks the register.
Vernal offspring sounds wing and zoom like morning moths,
over Eiffel Tower challenges ahead.
Let us celebrate these golden moments short-lived though they are, as they cannot be recaptured once they're gone!
Copyright © Howard Kerr | Year Posted 2020
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