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"But...I Can Hear the Children's Laughter" Poem

Just me, explaining myself through Poetry words. Words that have been in my head for years. Now inviting you to read and see what you think?

NOW...YOU MIGHT WONDER: WHAT IS A "MANLY" POETRY MAN WRITING ABOUT KID'S LAUGHTER FOR ?

WELL...JUST HEAR ME OUT...AND I THINK YOU WILL LIKE THE MEMORY OF A GOOD COUPLE OF LAUGHS...BACK WHEN WE WERE KIDS.

AFTER ALL: MY POETRY IS ABOUT A MAN DEALING WITH THE HUMAN CONDITION KNOWN AS HAVING A HEART...HA! YOU'RE BIG ENOUGH TO TAKE A FEW KID'S LAUGHTER...AREN'T YA' ?

WELL...AREN'T YA' ?

(See Poem Below:)

U.S. National Park Service: Every Kid Outdoors

U.S. National Park Service: Every Kid Outdoors

But...I Can Hear The Children's Laughter





As I sit here at this desk...crunching a number or two...

I think back to times long ago...when I would laugh the whole day through.

When I would laugh towards the treetops...just for fun...

When I would go through life...all day...out in the Sun.

When...I could hardly think about what was ahead...

We all laughed...and laughed...until our face's turned red.

And...in a distant field of a Camp somewhere...

A field sits briefly empty...in the Cold Winter Air...

Yet...I can still hear the laughter there...

I hear the kids enjoying a Summer day...out there...without a care.

It seems our lives get busy...and so dang entrenched into our things...

That we fail to look back...at all the laughter...our young heart brings.

We know of good things that make us laugh...down deep on the inside...

But...we trod on and on...the laughter our "kid" heart had inside...has run to hide.

We look to each other...and discuss in a professional manner...

And forget about the times we exchanged in joyful "kid-like" banter.

Now...Gray are our insides...like that of a cadaver...

From wasting away in serious concerns...and in anger.

What we need is to spend some time back out in the Sun...to go run and play...

And...remember the laughter we once had...laughing all through a Summer day.

With friends around of all kinds...the cool ones or the dorks...and the ones...we thought so highly of...

The friends you could laugh all day with...the fun that echoed in your group...on up to the sky above.

Our laughter may have now grown faint over so many, many years...

Plus...our sadness may have grown and grown...from so many, many tears.

But...I Can Hear The Children's Laughter...When I see in Winter Off-Season...a Camp's vacant field...

And for one moment the laughter encompasses my soul...and I laugh renewed...and momentarily healed !

Big Smile while Swinging

Big Smile while Swinging

The End.


Hey There...Friend! For The Reason This Particular Poem Came About....Please Read Below:



April 2012 – pieceofmypuzzle I Kids Laughing, Smiles and laughs, Laughter

April 2012 – pieceofmypuzzle I Kids Laughing, Smiles and laughs, Laughter

Have you ever visited a Busy Summer Camp Place in the Dead of the Winter Off-Season? All is Very, Very Quiet...But, I Could Still Hear The Children's Laughter !


A FOOTNOTE TO THIS POEM:


When I was younger teen...and in High School and also: College, I spent many Summers of my younger years working with kids...at Summer Camps...and a few Day Camps. I worked with kids of all ages. I spent probably about 9 Summers or so...working with kids...as a seasonal hire: Camp Counselor. Working as a Summer Camp Counselor was a pretty fun job...and I always thoroughly enjoyed it. And...I enjoyed working with the various other Staff that were around my age...every Summer...also.

I visited one Camp...many times during the off-season. One time it was actually at a Summer Camp Staff Reunion there. The whole weekend ...we (just young adults) did normal Camp Activities and had a great time. Then, we had our own Camp Closing Ceremony...like you would at the end of any given Summer Camp Session. Everything was quiet as we reflected on our time at the Camp. Then, some of the Previous Staff Members got up to say a few things. When, it was my turn to say a few words...All I could think about was to say if anyone had noticed something missing during that Weekend? I then went onto mention one thing I had noticed:

"I Can Hear The Children's Laughter"...even in the Quiet Off-Season.

(Take it for what it is worth...I mean...it is just "Camp"...Right?)

Funny...how I could even notice something like that. But...it really wasn't the same place without all the constant: "laughing" coming from kids... that carried over the whole place. Maybe...it was somewhat of a profound observation...or just something simple that had not been there like it was in the past. Or...perhaps even greater than all these possibilities: "Maybe we just take for granted the laughter...our young hearts always had...when we were kids!" Yeah...maybe that's the real reason!

Yes...Working as a Summer Camp Counselor was a fun job to have...always. Plus...the times back when I worked at Summer Camp's...were somewhat simpler...for sure. Kids could ride horses without wearing bicycle helmets. Kids enjoyed swimming in a lake...all day long. And...Kids could handle an overnight hike and campout or two...(where the only thing they had to sleep under...were the stars). Kids actually enjoyed being outdoors and participating in all kinds of outdoor activities...away from the television set (Now...it would be: the computer or portable game players). I can honestly say that I am truly grateful for the time spent working around kids of all ages...at Summer Camps...back in those days...and it did help to set the "theme" behind this particular poem topic.

But, as I look back on this time in my life...there is one thing that stands out...and I'm not just saying this just for the purpose of this poetry: "I Can Hear The Children's Laughter!"


How laughing more helps you worry less

How laughing more helps you worry less

© 2010 ManlyPoetryMan

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