City Children

City Children

Some, when they see them,

are prone to predict

the gloomiest of futures.

But now they are children

with children’s thoughts and youthful minds.

Like the plastic they mould into shapes of fantasy

they are moulded by life,

by the things they see and feel,

not the things they may want to see.

Is there even one among them

who will hear the cry of the birds,

see the first beauties of spring,

smell the fertile living earth,

not diesel, tar and concrete?

Who is anyone

to say what might be?

This was published as part of Kilkenny Library Poets on Board scheme for January 2012

Author: connellykevin

Writer, poet and photographer. Lover of all musical genres, from acoustic to zydeco. Born in Ireland of Scottish descent and proud of both. "I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so" WB YEATS Many of the themes here presented and to be presented have taken me a lifetime rather than six weeks. Some have taken mere moments to arrive. All are offered freely and it is my hope that you, dear reader, will gain something by browsing here and that I in turn will gain something by presenting these works to you.

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