POETRY


Children


A box in the back yard,
Covered in cloth.
Hidden inside looking hard,
Blue eyes so soft.
Crawling out onto the grass,
Galloping through the field.
Free at last,
A horse need not yield.
Hidden deep in the woods,
Silently creep,
As quiet as  I could,
A deer never sleeps.
A young child dreams,
Lost in a deep trance.
Reality is only what it seems,
At a child’s first glance.