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Wed, 14 Sep 2011
A little girl picking flowers, what a wonderful title - what a brilliant Poet. Keep it coming my old mate. xxx Seligor

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Just one of the wonderful new poems from

Pete "Willowdown" Crossland

                           

A young girl picking flowers.


Little Girl Picking FlowersA young girl picking flowers

does not count the hours

- to her the passing minutes

have no end or limit...


But in the bank and in the church

the minutes and the hours lurch

and 'though he tries, the priest or clerk

cannot make time flow in reverse.


At bus-stops and train stations

throughout Time's censused nations,

young children skip and pass between

the prison bars of Time's regime;

pretty

a young boy has no notion

of life's grim forward motion

but gaily plays with golden things

within the court of deathless Kings.

pretty

Yet Time is father to the man

and holds life's key and masterplan

- or so we trust and so we hope,

else all men's lives are but a joke.

pretty


But what grown man cannot but dream

of freedom from Time's dull regime?

and fondly he can still recall

the wooden toy and golden ball...


What fortune can such treasure buy?

Let merchant risk his soul to try

- his toil and effort will not yield

a day's release from Time's grey fields.


Yet, penniless, the children play

and own the world and all the day.

The boy that climbs the chestnut tree

partakes of some great Mystery

and the young girl with her flowers

is Queen of all the passing hours!


From the pen of the Wonderful "Willowdown" 

Posted 09:17

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