A Child’s Eye

A Childs Eye long poem

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Imagine a world of love and laughter;
of fun filled days and freedom till after
the tea time call or the playtime bell,
get back into line or you’ll catch some hell.

Imagine a world of wonder and jest;
of questions and answers; adventurous quest.
When time was your own and life was a whim,
to run through the streets; to walk and to swim.

Imagine a world with clouds upon high;
to lie on your back in the tall grass and sigh
at the shapes and forms floating by on the breeze,
such dreamy shapes, moving young minds with ease.

Imagine a world where the fun didn’t end
with the setting sun, “Goodnight my friend,
see you tomorrow come hail, sleet or rain”.
Dreams of cold snow but no worry or pain.

Imagine a world through the eyes of a child;
a world without borders; running happy and wild
through long summer days and cold winter nights.
A world of security, warm smiles and toy fights.

Imagine the world where we lived as a child;
exploring and playing; by beauty, beguiled.
Of cuddles from Mum and pennies from Dad,
of sweetshops and sharing the few bits that we had.

Imagine that world within you and me,
buried down deep, let it loose; set it free.
Be that child once more, gaze around and smile,
search beneath the worries, the hatred, the bile.

Lift the cover off life, look behind all the tears,
remember how it was before the doubts and fears.
Look deep inside, close your eyes, free your mind
and recover the goodness that we’ve all left behind.

It was there once before and it can be there again
but we must want it so badly till it’s all that remains.
Drag it back from the brink, show the love that you feel,
share in the warmth and feel your world heal.

Find your inner child and hold onto its hand,
lead it towards love and wondrous lands.
Imagine a world through eyes without strife
and remember the feelings, the love and the life.

Written by Darren Scanlon March 2014.
This revised version written 2nd April 2015.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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Nikita Mehendiratta
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It feels this poem has come from very fresh thoughts, as if a child would write it. Beautiful.

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