its whats inside that counts
Posted: Saturday, 19 April 2008 |
Children everywhere
howling, running and shouting
at the top of their lungs
Ice as clear as glass
Snow so cold and deep
Children sharing,
telling secrets
having conversations and some even greedy,
their hands in their pockets
and teeth chattering up and down
Some small, some tall,
Some smelly, some pretty
Some funny and some lazy
But all the same
Some children hurt,
Some children crying,
Some children happy,
Some children delighted,
But it's what's inside that counts,
And how we are to one another.
Poem called Playground, by Kirsty, P6
howling, running and shouting
at the top of their lungs
Ice as clear as glass
Snow so cold and deep
Children sharing,
telling secrets
having conversations and some even greedy,
their hands in their pockets
and teeth chattering up and down
Some small, some tall,
Some smelly, some pretty
Some funny and some lazy
But all the same
Some children hurt,
Some children crying,
Some children happy,
Some children delighted,
But it's what's inside that counts,
And how we are to one another.
Poem called Playground, by Kirsty, P6
pictures of the isles, from lewis to south uist, plus the odd comment.
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