City walls

City walls

A Poem by Beccy

Far from the fields the city children play,
their world enclosed within a narrow street's decay,
and harsh it is, so harsh; a dull and foggy slum
that barely knows the language of the sun.

Yet still these children have their joyful ways
not bound by accident of birth or time's dismay;
their eyes as brilliant as the sparkling city lights,
that vanquish all the shadows of the night.

And see how mother nature's thoughts divine
all that each little heart desires;
Oh! not to these would she do any wrong,
they are her joy, her bright, eternal song.

Thus to the city she still brings her gold,
sowing seeds, replacing new for old;
her task accomplished with a loving hand,
her song none but a child may understand.

© 2021 Beccy


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It is amazing how children find joy no matter the circumstance, how I long to have that outlook. I can remember fishing for crawdads in the ditch and playing with my cousins. I never had any idea of the problems of the world. It was amazing. Great piece, loved it.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Beautiful poem. The city children are brought up in a different set up than the children brought up in the villages. Yet God doesn't differentiate between city or village children.



Posted 2 Months Ago


Hi, Beccy. I love the play of this poem. It reminds me in some ways of a Dickens story. The harsh reality of the city juxtaposed to the innocence of the child-mind. The world in its harsh ways will do its work on the unfortunate humans subjected to the darknesses, but nature remains as pure as ever. Here you show the beauty of that purity as it ministers to the minds and hearts children. Even in bleak circumstances the child sees the sun and absorbs the beauty. I am reminded of how men and women are instructed to be as children (pure and overflowing with imagination) to find a way toward personal salvation. I believe this has something to do with the need to suspend disbelief. The world teaches us harsh lessons, but there is more to all things than a one note story or song. Your poem offers a bit of hope and reminds us that there are always at least two sides to every story. Lovely work from you. Hope you are well.

Posted 2 Months Ago


I played hop scotch on the pavements and hide and seek behind dustbins before my family eventually moved from the city to the country. Children see the world with different eyes. I love this poem Beccy. Beautiful write.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


Hello, beccy! :)
This is a lovely poem. Children always find ways to play. Their minds test the world around them and they live in wonder of it. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 2 Months Ago


I was in this world as a child, and we smiled and made the best of it, even if it was a concrete jungle...
and there was nary a tree or a bush....
smog, taxi horns blaring, the sound of the subway...
harsh plastic light.
been there, done that, feel this one.
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Wonderful and picturesque in its vision. It made me feel as if I were among those children experiencing the same world they occupy. Thank you for sharing your art.

Posted 2 Months Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

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I'm forty three, single and have a lovely thirteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and re.. more..

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