Monday, January 9, 2017

Sweet Childhood (Part 2)

Dr Abe V Rotor
  Childhood at the beach 

Childhood is when the night passes
     quickly, rising as the sun rises,
to watch the herons stake the fishes
     singing with the birds in the trees.

Frogs are still before the kingfisher;
     rain is read from a friendly dragonfly;
nests are secrets only to the finder -
     these lessons live to live by.

War is solved in kites and fishing poles,
     in hide-and-seek and barefoot races;
faith lies in seasons the sky extols
     and virtues friendship embraces.

Peals of thunder break the afternoon,
     driving the fowls to their tree;
and we catch the raindrops, and soon,
     across the field, dash for home in glee.

Respite not enough, schooldays are long,
     and everything is passing imagery,
ephemeral is childhood, and all along
     the years are gone, but blissful memory.

Take it from the sages of old who knew
     what makes a man, the child of years ago.
what the seed was and how it grew –
     look and behold! It is true. ~

Childhood on the countryside

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