She Be a Poet ~ The Promise

The promise of green in a land that is baron

where children can play in a world they can count on.

 The promise of crystal streams and working wells

where their thirst can be quenched after chasing their tails.

The promise of feeding their minds with all good things

the playground of the world is full of swings.

 The promise of keeping them safe most important of all

help them grow catch them when they fall.

Promises, promises not easy to keep

Broken is the promise that sees a child weep.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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