Barbara Ac Poet I do not know?

Nature's Playmate

I watch my young son
Look full-faced into the rugged wind
His blond silken hair is blown about
Like spikes around his elfin-like face.

He knows nothing 
Of how the wind starts
Or how it effects
His cool Maritime climate.

Only that this invisible wind
Tickles his eyes and nose,
Stirs up fallen leaves,
And challenges him to dance
- Open-armed -
Into the deep bosom of the wind.

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Beata Agustin April 2, 2024 at 11:56 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Suzanne C. Goudreau January 9, 2012 at 10:13 AM Lovely imagery and beautifully delivered. I could visualize the scene perfectly from your descriptions. A marvel to read! Thank you for sharing and welcome to soup.com

William Crocker September 6, 2011 at 2:28 AM Barb,You have A definite feeling for nature and it,s interaction interaction with childeren.I lived in B.C.Canada and left to teach in California.You have poets spirit .I loved your poem.Crossfox

Carol Sunshine Brown June 8, 2011 at 7:37 AM A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Barbara. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol

Jay O'Neal June 5, 2011 at 8:47 PM Aw... This is sweet. Good write! :)

Judy Konos June 5, 2011 at 7:36 PM Your young son knows everything of importance that we adults have forgotten. Thanks...very lovely

Poet Destroyer A June 5, 2011 at 6:57 PM Barbara, the beauty of nature and a child.. what a mix.. I love the way the wind nurtured your poem with a playground.. Thanks for sharing,, God bless,..p.d.