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Dreaming Young

Updated on January 5, 2013

Chasing the dawn's sparkly things

and inventing new ways to enjoy them,

that's the best in this child's life

and nothing can ever destroy them.

All things are strange and inviting to me,

with an endless supply of new,

so many things to discover,

so many things to do.


I climb the tall trees and watch

the magical world below,

sticks and bugs, dirt and rocks,

all in my pockets I’ll stow.


Look up at the sky in wonder

having climbed already so close,

the sun playing hide and seek in the clouds,

the clouds all fluffy like ghosts.


Clambering down to run through the fields

and fall in the fragrant grass;

I wake with a start, a smile on my face,

and put on my big person mask.


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      Ryan McGill 5 years ago from Omaha, NE

      Thank you Rob. I realized some time after writing this that it was that little voice letting me know it was going underground for a while.

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      Slobbert 5 years ago

      Nice surprise at the end.

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      Ryan McGill 5 years ago from Omaha, NE

      Thank you for the compliment Phelcky, sometimes I forget that the simple pieces can be enjoyed as well.

      Xstatic: you are so correct in calling it a nursery rhyme! I myself was at a loss to explain what this was. It is for sure contived, and not my standard fare, but it's good to let the light in once in a while, right? Thanks for reading and, as usual, your astute observation.

      Whonu: it was fun for me as well, trying so hard to remember what it was we looked at as children. Thanks for reading and the kind words.

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      whonunuwho 5 years ago from United States

      Thanks for reminding me of a time so etched in my mind and a very real experiencing of the true beauty of this world. whonu

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      Jim Higgins 5 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      This is a nursery rhyme for grown-ups, and a great one.

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      Lilly 5 years ago from Denmark

      I like this poem very much.. I sometimes miss being a small child. Everything was so new and exciting.