Anne-Lise Andresen Poet Free verse

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28.01.2025

Anne-Lise  Andresen 
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- Let The Game Live -

   Child mind with red apple cheeks,
   and brilliant eyes.
   Do you wish to taste my mud cake?
   Unclean hands,
   picking the first dandelion of spring.
   Found a stone that flashes silver -
   a valuable treasure

   Studying an anthill,
   a large dome-shaped pile of pine needles.
   Look, an earthworm, it's a friend.
   Scrapes and bruises on the knees doesn't matter,
   the blood has congealed hours ago.

   Climbing up a huge tree,
   can almost touch the moon.
   A child isn’t afraid to explore.
   Ouch, a splinter in the finger.
   Mom will fix it when I come home.
   Life doesn’t have to be complicated.

   Many times it is not the wound itself
   that needs the most care and attention.

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Duke Beaufort January 31, 2025 at 5:33 PM Anne-Lise, this reflects a time-tested philosophy of letting our kids play. You have done something wonderful here and identified what really does matter! Smiles!

Kelly Deschler January 31, 2025 at 10:26 AM How fun this is to read! Delightful! ... As kids, we were not afraid to play and get dirty or even get hurt. I don't know why we ever grow out of such things :)

Jay Narain January 29, 2025 at 10:09 AM Ha ha, mud pies. Never had seen before. The innocent young life vanishes as we grow old. Nice poem.

Ink Empress January 29, 2025 at 4:47 AM Such innocence and heartfelt lines throughout this poem dear anne lise! Love the cute picture youv used also and how your poem ends with wisdom and understanding , yes, many times it isnt the wound that needs most care and attention. How profound! Pleasure reading you today. Sending you light always

Tom Cunningham January 28, 2025 at 3:15 PM Happy memories Anne-Lise, life wasn't complicated when we were kids, a shame we have to grow up. Tom Anne-Lise Andresen January 29, 2025 at 3:15 AM - A time remembered with joy... it feels like 100 years ago, Tom :))) - hugs

Deb M January 28, 2025 at 12:39 PM What a brilliant poem Sunshine and beautiful photo …..mudcakes look appetising HA! Is that your gorgeous grandchild? Love the expression! Debx Anne-Lise Andresen January 28, 2025 at 12:50 PM - No, that's not my grandchild Deb, that's how my childhood was :) - hugs