A Sentinel

The children laugh
and pass the hours
splashing in the pool
as a sentinel
their willow tree
stands guard

catching every scent within the wind
that might in the least offend
the preciousness of all that children are
and nurturing the seeds
of all the beauty they may come to be

Their laughter on the wind
drifts out in joyous harmony
lifting other spirits now to bring
a breath of love to bear

for every weary soul that stops
to listen to the echoes of the wind
whispering through willow's leaves
in awesome continuity of life . . .

?Michaelette?

6/21/2000
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