"But...I Can Hear The Children's Laughter There" Poem

NOW...YOU MIGHT WONDER: WHAT IS A "MANLY" POETRY MAN WRITING ABOUT KID'S LAUGHTER FOR ?

WELL...JUST HEAR ME OUT...AND I THINK YOU WILL LIKE THE MEMORY OF A GOOD COUPLE OF LAUGHS...BACK WHEN WE WERE KIDS.

AFTER ALL: MY POETRY IS ABOUT A MAN DEALING WITH THE HUMAN CONDITION KNOWN AS HAVING A HEART...HA! YOU'RE BIG ENOUGH TO TAKE A FEW KID'S LAUGHTER...AREN'T YA' ?

WELL...AREN'T YA' ?

(See Poem Below:)

But...I Can Hear The Children's Laughter





As I sit here at this desk...crunching a number or two...

I think back to times long ago...when I could laugh the whole day through.

When I would laugh towards the treetops...just for fun...

When I would go through life...all day...out in the Sun.

When...I could hardly think about what was ahead...

You laughed...and laughed...until your face turned red.

And...in a distant field of a Camp somewhere...

A field sits briefly empty...in the cold Winter air...

Yet...I can still hear the laughter there...

I hear the kids enjoying a Summer day...out there...without a care.

It seems our lifes get busy...and so dang entrenched into our things...

That we fail to look back...at all the laughter...our young heart sings.

We know of good things that make us laugh...down deep on the inside...

But...we trod on and on...the laughter our "kid" heart had inside...has run to hide.

We look to each other...and discuss in a professional manner...

And forget about the times we exchanged in joyful "kid-like" banter.

Now...Grey are our insides...like that of a cadaver...

From wasting away in serious concerns...and in anger.

What we need is to spend some time back out in the Sun...to go run and play...

And...remember the laughter we once had...laughing all through a Summer day.

With friends around of all kinds...the cool ones or the dorks...and the ones we thought so highly of...

The friends you could laugh all day with...the fun that echoed in your group...up to the sky above.

Our laughter may have now grown faint over so many, many years...

Plus...our sadness may have grown and grown...from so many, many tears.

But...I Can Hear The Children's Laughter...When I see in Winter Off-Season...a Camp's vacant field...

And for one moment the laughter encompasses my soul...and I laugh renewed...and momentarily healed !

The End.


Hey There...Friend! For The Reason This Particular Poem Came About....Please Read Below:



Have you ever visited a Busy Summer Camp Place in the Dead of the Winter Off-Season? All is Very, Very Quiet...But, I Could Still Hear The Children's Laughter !


A SMALL FOOTNOTE TO THIS POEM:


When I was younger teen...and in High Scool and also: College, I spent many Summers of my younger years working with kids...at Summer Camps...and a few Day Camps. I worked with kids of all ages. I spent probably about 9 Summers or so...working with kids...as a seasonal hire: Camp Counselor. Working as a Summer Camp Counselor was a pretty fun job...and I always thoroughly enjoyed it. And...I enjoyed working with the various other Staff that were around my age...every Summer...also.

Yes...Working as a Summer Camp Counselor was a fun job to have...always! Plus...the times back when I worked at Summer Camp's...were somewhat simpler..for sure. Kids could ride horses without wearing bicycle helmets. Kids enjoyed swimming in a lake...all day long. And...Kids could handle an overnight hike and campout or two...(where the only thing they had to sleep under...were the stars). Kids actually enjoyed being outdoors and patricipating in all kinds of outdoor activities...away from the television set (Now...it would be: the computer or portable game players). I can honestly say that I am truly grateful for the time spent working around kids of all ages...at Summer Camps...back in those days...and it did help to set the "theme" behind this particular poem topic.

But, as I look back on this time in my life...there is one thing that stands out...and I'm not just saying this for the purpose of this poetry: "I Can Hear The Children's Laughter!"

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