The eye of a child

This is a poem of a young child wandering through his house. He encounters many things through out his day. To us they are important but to kid it is their playground.

When you're young

Your not so dumb,

You see special things 

and make them come to life.

All you worry about is whether your toys will be there

or not...

Then carry on.

As you waddle around 

Your eyes are soo Profound!!!

To adults a kitchen is where you cook

But to me it's a band room.

All day I can beat on pots and pans.

Bang! Click Clack

After I am done being a rock star

I head into the livingroom.

Dads watching football on that big TV

To me they look like it's 3D.

As I craw across the floor and up some stairs

I feel like i'm in the Army.

So you can't go Unprotected

So I run to my parents room

I grab their bowl full of change

and I...

Put the bowl on my head like a hat

My mom yells bath time

and to me I hear Play time.

I walk onto the port where there are hundreds of boats and submarines.

I walk out toward a sub with my name on it.

I get into the sub

Next thing you know

I'm ready to go down

Down

Down

Down I go

Into the deep blue sea.