For The Little Ones

If they stop and they listen
They can hear a small sound
But they have to listen closely
With their ears to the ground.

The sound that they hear is the ring of a bell
But only a young child is able to tell.

For as adults we’ve forgotten, we can’t hear the bell
Lost innocence from growing up drowns out the knell.

But innocence in children is a wonder and a bliss
And the ring of that bell we don’t want them to miss.

So when you see you a child with their ear to the ground
Chances are that they’re hearing that sweet ringing sound.

©JRW2014

Santa’s Coming

Santa comes to bring great joy
For every little child a toy
He brings toy drums and skipping ropes
Pretty dolls, kaleidoscopes.
We leave him sherry and a mince pie
For him to eat as he goes by
And in the night as this takes place
At lots of windows, a little face
Too full of joy to sleep too well
They await the sound of the Jingling Bell.

©JRW2013

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The Circle of Life.

They run, they laugh, they skip, they climb, there activity stuns, everyday.
We watch, we smile, we enjoy, we play, we’re young again like they.
What a wonderful feeling playing games with grandchildren, they teach you as much as they learn.
We played with our children, and now our grandchildren, as the circle of life carries on.

The girl likes to climb, the boy likes to run, and they both do them both with such vigour.
They can be reading or not, but then they’re off like a shot, as if somebody just pulled a trigger.
They’re a joy, and so funny, as they grow, as they learn, and they question so much that they see.
It’s a task to embrace as you keep a straight face, as you answer them to their shouts of glee.

©JRW2013
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