Peeking through the spaces
Of densely thickened bushes
I can see their beaming faces
It brings me joy to see them laugh
As they jump and play
Quietly through watchful eyes
For the moment I can stay
Nothing stirs in the forest
Which means that all is well
If the sound comes calling
Of the golden bell
Lickey split like the wind
In the blink of an eye I'm gone
If not for the bell that calls me home
I would be watching from dusk to dawn
In their eyes are such joy
As I sit upon my stump
Playing leapfrog with their friends
They leap and play and jump
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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