This is a poem i wrote for this english thing we're doing today and friday, i figured i might as well put it on here.

Children’s Wine
Pictures of laughing people.
Parties in the yard.

It was blisteringly hot then,
The heat is like a talkative neighbor,
Better if ignored, and they did.
But nobody seemed to notice.

Especially the kids playing in the pool.
Not a real pool, mind you,
but one of those cheap plastic kiddie pools
They aren’t much bigger than a bathtub,
But nobody seemed to notice.

The water was filled with little floating spears of grass,
from kids running around, chasing each other,
and jumping into the delightfully cold water.
That grass, dry and itchy due to the drought.
But nobody seemed to notice.

They said it was the biggest drought in years.
But it’s West Texas… when is there not a drought?
The water was so cool and welcoming.
It’s hard to believe that it came out of the desert,
Where the dust blows and the sage is high.
The desert was everywhere.
But nobody seemed to notice

How could a kid resist the urge to jump into that blissful bath of children’s wine?
That’s how I thought of pool water back then.
There was something about it that grown ups just couldn’t grasp.
On a hot day a child would jump into a pool,
even with his Sunday best
if his parents weren’t around.

How could he not jump in?
With the water so cool and welcoming.

Children around water have this youthful delight
that is the spotlight,
sending out its hopeful beacon to the ships in the storm.

Children are the wisest of us all,
It matters not if your homework is late,
It matters not that the bills aren’t getting paid
Ignorance is bliss.
Childhood is the celebration of ignorance



  posted by Unknown @ 6:03 ap.