At play with pots and cups today;
A cook who puts her plates away—
Joy awhirl!
Little boy
At bat with eyes that strain to catch
The flight of white across the patch—
Swings for joy!
Little ones
Now laugh and flee to sounds of geese
That honk and glide without surcease—
Joyful runs!
Parents sow
And care to watch the gifts of love
As clouds scud by the sky above—
Moppets grow!
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross


Comments: 26
Great Post
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CoffeeLady
I'll never cease to be impressed with those like you, you can capture and concentrate images into a formal structure of verse.
I appreciate the 10, Otelia. Thank you for the compliment.
Thank you, Dolphi.
I'm glad the poem did that for you, CoffeeLady. Thank you so much.
Thank you, Sheila.
I appreciate the compliment, Pat. This one was a bit of a changeup from my recent offerings, so I'm really glad it worked.
My pleasure, Jeff. Thank you.
Thanks, Patricia. :-)
My pleasure, Larry. Thank you.
Thank you!
Parents sow
And care to watch the gifts of love
As clouds scud by the sky above—
Moppets grow