its whats inside that counts
Posted: Saturday, 19 April 2008 |
Children everywhere
howling, running and shouting
at the top of their lungs
Ice as clear as glass
Snow so cold and deep
Children sharing,
telling secrets
having conversations and some even greedy,
their hands in their pockets
and teeth chattering up and down
Some small, some tall,
Some smelly, some pretty
Some funny and some lazy
But all the same
Some children hurt,
Some children crying,
Some children happy,
Some children delighted,
But it's what's inside that counts,
And how we are to one another.
Poem called Playground, by Kirsty, P6
howling, running and shouting
at the top of their lungs
Ice as clear as glass
Snow so cold and deep
Children sharing,
telling secrets
having conversations and some even greedy,
their hands in their pockets
and teeth chattering up and down
Some small, some tall,
Some smelly, some pretty
Some funny and some lazy
But all the same
Some children hurt,
Some children crying,
Some children happy,
Some children delighted,
But it's what's inside that counts,
And how we are to one another.
Poem called Playground, by Kirsty, P6
Comments
these are some of the most beautiful snaps i've ever seen,thank you
carol from over here
IP I have downloaded your postings for some time and It is always comforting to bring them back up (Harmony). I hope you have inner peace(Virgo). Regards.
roy from Sofala.Oz
"My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue" like this blog...
Flying Cat from ancient music archives
Snaps, indeed!!! Carefully composed and thought-out works of art is my opinon, Carol dearie. Thanks IP! especially loch bun abaihn.
Barney from Swithiod apalled
okay barney-lesson learnt!! the photographs are really beautiful-when's the follow up?
carol from over here
pictures of the isles, from lewis to south uist, plus the odd comment.
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