As Children Will
by Kate Demeree
I met a weary traveler beside the sign "Beware"
We removed shoes and sox, walked the meadow where
They said only crabgrass grew and nettles by the score
Agreeing we would dare the pain, to know we lived once more
Wildflowers that grew hidden in the grass
Waved not to road bound souls who hurried toward the pass
We weaved a memory or two, amid the briars and flowers
When we donned our shoes again were thankful for the hours
Beyond the signs, unmindful of any road
Where once we laid aside the load
And played again as children will
Long ago, in a meadow, beside a hill.
Author's Note: I know that this needs alot of work, but wanted to post something a bit more posative than I have of late...
Posted on 01/23/2004
Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/23/04 at 07:55 PM|
I love it, it takes me across the fields and through the thickets luringly and nostalgically. Perfect for the theme I've been on lately too. Superb work, Kate.
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/23/04 at 09:16 PM|
very smooth and lovely Kate..change not a word!
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/26/04 at 03:11 PM|
I think Kate, this stands as is, and needs no additional words to enhance what is already essential. there is a sense and sentiment and rhythm to it that to me speaks, Emily $#%@inson.
|Posted by Mara Meade on 01/28/04 at 05:43 PM|
Ah... a return to innocence. Beautiful.
|Posted by Jean Mollett on 01/31/04 at 04:42 AM|
As Children Will, it's beautiful. Memories of childhood. The meadows to run barefoot in, sounds wonderful now as an adult too.