Childish NaiveteA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Of the wonderful but all too short time of childhoodThat golden time of glorious naivete
When the future and the past simply don’t exist A time that we think will endure eternal That now is forever And will always persist That magical time when… We can be the wind in the trees Take close heed of Spring blossoms and Become birds…become bees Keen senses fine tuned In careful inspection Of all things… Great and small Of scarce heard inflections Of days unencumbered With mundane worldly woes But in their stead… Dance in their head Princes and Princesses And Fairy tale foes An age that goes by In the blink of an eye Yet remains firmly fixed Forever in the memories Of you and I Let your children be children Allow their spirits to swell to roam free…unfurled Let them dwell a long spell In that wondrous, magical world Of childish, glorious ... naivete… © 2014 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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1 Review Added on March 30, 2014 Last Updated on March 30, 2014 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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