Our Maine Street's Aroostook Issue 19 : Winter 2014 | Page 82
The joyous sound of a child’s laughter
Spreading joy even long after
The depth of joy a child can display
Out reaches the words anyone can say
If one were to reason where joy is found
Realms of wisdom and knowledge is sound
One would assume that love is a guide
Nothing to disclose and nothing to high . . .
A child knows what is right as high as the sky
But must be shown reason to catch their eye
When we grow up and balance the seasons
We loose our sight and sometimes our reasons
We build our life like a house has a rafter
Carefully braced walls to last ever after?
A child with their meaning needs love to be shown
To train a child is easy . . .hard to fix when grown.
John Strid
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WINTER 2014
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