When I Was Young

when i was a child the world was full of poetry played to me the dragonfly was so red her tail glowed in all the quiet of her realm she would dip her tail into a stream again and again in fast sequence for fun i thought and when she glided above a field with her friends they reminded me of fighter planes the river, always clear and swift serenaded a tinkling heartfelt song below the clear blue sky as it hurried out to sea the fish jumped and swished their tail like conductors till this day the song the river sang plays itself in in my heart, in my soul whenever it flows through my memory - the river which is nowhere to be seen now mom's chicks, they were always beige and spotted and grew up to shine in dark brown and black with a greenish sheen they crowed so loudly every morning was a raging contest to see who could get the sun out to light up the world the hens they were always with their chirping little chicks in the field looking for worms protective like the fiercest mothers but they soon turned into witches pecking at their grown up chicks to get them to fend for themselves poor chicks, they would run back only to be pecked run back only to be pecked and really learnt it the hard way to live and fend for themselves (to be continued)