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greatpoetry2005-01-29 09:47 pm
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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.
(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.