Gently rocking in her grandbabys old rickety rocker
In the quiet stillness of the black night,
Eyelids heavy and sleep just a stones throw away.
She wistfully recalls when, as a child,
Adventures beckoned on each morrow –
When the early sunrise fulfilled a promise
Of a journey into the woods.
She was soon reaching for fairies under logs,
And searching for brown, fuzzy caterpillars on the bark,
And dreaming and dancing through leaves and twigs
All just because of the joy of that journey.
To be that little girl again
With the newness of dawn and too,
The man of the twilight with his touch of sand.
Oh sleep, sing your lullabye,
For the trees long for her sweet innocence.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Trish Morgan.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?