BLACK BUTTERFLY
POETRY, PROSE AND PAINTINGS
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WHEN I WAS SMALL
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When I was small was first published on UKAuthors.com |
When I was small and all the world
was perfect and green,
no tree grew that was not there
just for me to climb.
No stream stumbled and splashed
between it's grassy cows-lipped banks
for any other reason than for me to wade in
or sit idle on the bank and wonder.
In childhood's time no breeze blew
except to lift my hair
or cool my reddened cheeks
on endless summer days.
No dog barked or cat mewed
except in greeting,
and keen anticipation of
a kind word, a small hand caressing soft fur.
When I was small and all the world
was new and wonderful
no road was too long to travel
high on giant's shoulders.
No field existed that wasn't open
to picnics on a Sunday afternoon.
No church bell rang, no clock struck
except it held a message
just for me.
In memory's safe, the images of
innocence are kept.
Bright pictures that bring healing
to the broken heart
© 2004 C M-H