A Little Boy and his Dandelion Clock
A Sonnet for Summer.
Beside lush green fields of toe tingling tease
Framed by 'come and conquer' climbable trees
Winds a dusty lane, nether of nowhere
Our time rich boy plays, on his way somewhere
A once golden line rests seeded, waiting
Whimsies of wishes ready for taking
His puffed up chest, full of glory sought sighs
His dreams setting sail into endless skies
One o clock, two o clock, three o clock. Blows.
A bounty of joy in each hope he sows
Sadly though, time comes in ticks and with tocks
And not made by boys with dandelion clocks
So, dream well young one ... tomorrow comes fast
Make each seed you sow ... a moment to last
About the Creator
Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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This is so sweet. And your little fella is so cute.