The Children

Two Little Boys


Two little boys are romping here,
Around the cold and stony walls;
Their flying feet weave in and out,
Their laughter rings in merry calls.


The smaller lad has fled past me,
With panting breath and impish look,
Between the fences's rails he slips,
And runs to find some secret nook.


Taunters


A Greek chorus of small girl's voices
Chants outside my window.
The age-old childish taunts.
The words do not come clear,
But the sting of emotion ,
Is carried on the rhythm of the chants.


Child


Little boy, why do you run?
Dancing by like a windblown sprite,
Seek you what? Playmate or toy?
As you pass by with grave concern..


Apartment Dweller


The high-pitched chatter of children,
Invades my quiet room,
Children up and out too late,
A whilwind of footsteps as they fly by,
I wait in surpense for a chance to sleep.