White Sage Poet Ode

To the Kids By My Door

Little youngsters, with so much grace
Wonderful ones, with a cute lip written on their faces
And a fascinating eye brow drawn on their gazes
A simple emotion drips in their phrases
Incredible in many ways
Beautiful flowers that play 'hit me' in the rain
For the farmers, they are salvaging helpers that pick grains
And for me, they are angels on my window's pane
To those kids,
Who looks like beautiful cultivated flowers on the field
Troubling me till smile when I feel bad
Coming with flowers that made my old house glad
Now when I shifted
With me their beautiful faces, and astonishing names drift
Those naughty little force, a bunch of gift
Wonderful kids, I miss you all

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Vladislav Raven February 17, 2016 at 10:12 AM Hi White, a wonderful write from your pen. Kids can be amazing, just watching them being themselves can bring such a joy to the heart. They can stay with you in memories golden chest. Happy scenes painted by your words my friend. May the children always be held in your heart....Vlad. A seven for sure my friend. White Sage February 19, 2016 at 7:57 AM thanks for that wonderful comment Vladislav friend, i really appreciate that

Lindsay Laurie January 12, 2016 at 6:15 PM G'day White Sage ... your poem gives a warm feeling. Kids need the environment that you have written here - thanks WS - Lindsay White Sage January 13, 2016 at 8:08 AM thanks Lindsay, am glad you came by

Andrea Dietrich January 1, 2016 at 3:59 PM oh this is so delightful. I imagine it is either about grandkids but more probably about neighbor kids perhaps who grew up and moved away? No matter, it is a lovely poem. White Sage January 1, 2016 at 4:06 PM thanks Andrea, they are wonderful kids in the neighborhood