
children played
mothers watched
siblings pumped water
all was well with the world
it’s a new setting
no more fists flying
soccer balls in the air
new relationships
on the horizon

This land is filled with anger and frustration. What a great day when children of all ages play instead of fight. My eyes watered when a big boy reached his hand to help a younger boy who had tripped kicking the ball.
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Hi Leslie – oh how often we cry when seeing tiny tots of all races happily playing together … lovely poem – cheers Hilary
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Indeed, undesirable behavior is learned (taught by parents etc.)
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You are right its so heartening to see kids play irrespective of caste and colour. Its we adults who teach them the difference by discriminating among them!
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Your poem tugs the heart strings. Beautiful. 🙂
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Children are innocent. 🙂
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LOVELY, too soon competition and warring begins. Why, I always wonder why so much easier to live in peace.
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It’s it what we hope for all children, to run free with no worries or strife. To just enjoy being a child in the sun. What a lovely happy scene.
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