This Place

There is this place I know

where children go to find

their deepest feelings

they look behind the trees

for hiding wants and angers

bashful joys

this place is quiet

no shouts may enter

no rolling laughter

but only silent tears

to carry the feelings

forward in waves

that wash the children


   -Eloise Greenfield

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