With the world now in view he’ll be looking for you ,
call him Darragh ,
the child in your eye .
He’s an innocent soul ,
with dreams for to hold ,
like a kite in a clear open sky .
He’ll soon catch on quick to what the click is ,
To what’s happening
and what’s going on .
Everything is all right ,
the future is bright in a world that lies waiting beyond .
Hey does anybody know where the wind goes ,you feel it and hear it and it goes .
Darragh do you know where does it go ,
After it blows through your hair .
Nobody knows .
The eye of a rover will win you over , like sunshine ,
through a cloud passing by .
Then towards the plains he will sail gently through the sky to a place where angels fly .
Between the plains where innocence flies through wide open skies ,
where God’s presence is there ,
and the angels like to roam ,
and the sun shines for the child with the wind in his hair .
For him this secret I share ,
No matter where we go we are innocent and free , like the child we must all one day realise and accept the way it has to be .
Truly beautiful! It is so sad when the rose-colored glasses finally fall off and the child becomes the jaded adult. SC
Reviewed by Kathleen Donnelly (Reader)
Reviewed on April 17, 2007
Dear Paul Francis, this poem reminded me of a wee poem that I used to say or rather shout it..... to one my wee ones when he was in the pram and the wind was blowing something fierce down from the Divis Mts. I wonder can you name the author:
Who has seen the wind
Neither you nor I
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing
Did we learn this in elementary school....or where?????
Your poem is beautiful, you surely have a lovely soul.
Kathleen from Beechmount
Paul, I enjoyed this a lot...it brought back memories of when I was a child and tried to capture the wind in a jar. Where does the wind go? Who does it touch? Does it stay in a particular area for awhile and sail back to the area from which it came? All the questions I use to ask myself as a child. A poem for deep thinkers...like me!
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Who has seen the wind
Neither you nor I
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing
Did we learn this in elementary school....or where?????
Your poem is beautiful, you surely have a lovely soul.
Kathleen from Beechmount
Be safe,
Karen
Excellent write and thought provoking. I enjoyed this very much.
Many blessings,
~Linda