THROUGH THEIR EYES (in words and photo)
THROUGH THEIR EYES
Wonder and magic,
the look in their eyes,
innocent amazement,
so young yet so wise.
The things that they say
as they describe them to me,
when they say it is so,
I know it really is.
And from what they say
I know it is so because
they see so many things
that I really don’t know.
They see critters and castles
where I only see clouds;
they see butterflies and rainbows
when I only notice the rain.
And as winter turns
to spring once again,
I’ll be looking for those things
that they see and I miss.
I’ll be looking for the rainbows
that come after the rain;
I’ll be watching for butterflies
and puffy clouds in the sky.
I’ll be looking at what’s around me
through the eyes of a child.
(c) bak 3-10-11
barbara kausteklis
Written for Legacy Writers “Friday Byways.”
Thanks for your visits and comments on this
and the rest of the pieces I’ve posted here on Friendburst.
Wishing you a beautiful weekend ahead.
~barb~
THE EYES OF THE CHILD IS WHERE YOU FIND TRUE MAGIC BARBARA YOUR SO RIGHT LOVE AND HUGS INKY
Beautiful. Barbara isn’t that the truth…looking at the clouds and seeing images! But you know I still do it. Perhaps it is the artist in me. I see images in tile! I see faces all different faces. They had a certain tile at the Tropican Hotel and I got to the point I would have a shetch pad with me and draw what I saw in the tile. It was quite interesting! :o)) Wonderful piece of poetry as always Barbara. You still write at Boomers? They have a wonderful poetry site. I tried getting into “flexwriters” with “Mr T” for some reason having a problem. Have a great week end. Hugs. Mari ana.
When we hurry through life we miss out on so much. We just need to take a moment and slow down, then we will discover so many things that have always been there before us to enjoy.
loven on this