Sweet Childhood

Sweet Childhood

 Dr Abe V Rotor

  

  Childhood at the beach (Photo by the author)

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 (Photo by the author)