Poem -

The child

The child

The child wondering
Through the woods
comes upon a
Web and  as he
Touches it,It opens up
Like a maze and he
Sees the many colors
Of life and he walks
Into it he hears a voice
He asked who is it?
A  name flashed up Einstein
With lots of numbers signs
Of science 

The child wondering through
The maze seeing all the signs
Of science and the wonders
Of life and the beauty of
Nature and then someone
Call him and it is time
For him to leave

so the child runs back to the
opening back to the woods
As the maze closes the child
Has learned a lot and then
Meet up with the others
That he was with
The child.
 

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Gwendoline

Imaginative write Greg. I think we are all learning and walking through the maze of life. There is an innocence in all
of us, even as adults. Nice work x

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Greg Etsell

Thank you Gwendoline 
When I saw the photo
Instantly knew what to write
I just love this poem 

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Marion

I love this poem too Greg...you always write a beautiful poem x

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Neville

We all love it Greg .. 

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Tony Taylor

Hey GREG!!......I can tell you see beyond limitations here!!.....Yours is a most poetic heart!!.....well done!!......T xo : )

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Shaun Cronick

 A beautifully done poem Greg and woven with innocence.
A superb read and thank you for doing so.   

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