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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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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