Poem No.1

photo credit: frankie

And all the boys and girls perched in the tree
Singing quietly like a silent symphony
They sang...

“Love is better understood by a child
Tension mild, minds wild and hearts still beating fast
Love is best when one is 5 at heart and simply young
Love is best when life first begun”

So there I stood

As I should

And listened to their rhyme

I must of looked quite quaint and small

And my actions looked like mime.

lalala x