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Children, by Nancy Keesing.

(The poet is on a beach, watching her children play in the water while reading a newspaper.)

Long-summer scorched, my surfing children
Catch random waves or thump in dumpers,
Whirling, gasping, tossed, disjointed.
I watching, fear they may be broken -
That all those foaming limbs will never
Re-assemble whole, together.

All under such a peaceful sky.

All under such another sky

The picture shows some village children
Caught at random, tossed, exploded,
Torn, disjointed, like sticks broken,
Whose jagged scorching limbs will never
Re-assemble whole, together.