A long time ago
When days were doubtful
And people opressed
At a distance from their dwelling
Children were at play.
Three lads were busy, at hide and seek
In the foot hills
Hiding with and where
The scorpion and lizards roam
As if nothing mattered
They were children after all.
Hearing a little girl crying
Hysterically
She had fallen, scraped knee
Bleeding badly.
The lads,
Ran to assist her
The boy dressed, in white and blue
Was first to arrived.
He gently grabbed her leg
Saw the bleeding
She was weeping so much
She dried her tears, with her head dress
Which was soaked , with tears.
He softly removed her head dress
And washed her wounds with it
Than used it as a bandage
As he looked into her eyes
Comforting her,
Without saying a word.
As she limped home
They stared, into each others eyes
His last words
Were
You'll be all right.
By the time she reached
Without noticing,
She was walking properly
Showed her mother, the bandage leg
Explaining what occuured.
The mother unwrapped the leg
Asking why she lie
I not lie mommy
You said you were enjured
I see nothing.
The sun was about to set
At a distance
Another worried mother, is calling her son
Jesus, Jesus, dinner is ready.
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Nancy
this was really nice William..
touching...floria
~Chrissie
splendid write! Wonderfully done!
Very touched by it!!
Love Tinka
Your beautiful words brought tears to my eyes!
Awesome poetry, a most glorious write!
Love, Sheila