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  • By Daniel Leach

Little Ones

Snap the Whip by Winslow Homer (1872)

Little ones, little ones, playing around me,

Blowing your bubbles up into the air,

Laughing and giggling to chase them toward me,

Or when they turn back to alight in your hair;

Watch them float upward above the green treetops,

Where they are caught by the golden sunbeams,

And wonder how each, for a beautiful moment,

Lives like a bright rainbow world full of dreams.

What if our spirits could fly with those bubbles,

And time could stand still as those worlds we explore?

Castles of sunlight and fairy-cloud people,

A beautiful cloud-kingdom princess, and more!

And every story the mind can imagine,

Would magically form in those clouds as we fly,

And we could tell of our awesome adventure,

When back down, like bubbles, we float from the sky.

Little ones, you perhaps never considered

The infinite beauty there is all around,

And perhaps this I would not have remembered,

But for the joy that with you I have found.

--May, 2010

Daniel is a poet living in Houston, Texas. He has spent much of his life fighting for the ideals of classical culture and poetry. More of his poetry can be found here. He has a collection of poems, compiling over 20 years of composition, which is entitled Voices on the Wind.

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