Poem
Michael Cope
The child has it
The child has it
The child has it
the child has it and knowsthat it is precious
feels it in a pocket
warmed moist by a hand
walks all the way to the
end of the breakwater
spins it out among the gulls
it vanishes with a small plop
the child turns and walks
home with a full heart
knowing that the precious
is for always with the sea
buys an ice-cream and two chocolate-bars
misses the cracks on the pavement
scratches a puppy through fence-wire
kicks stones, kicks tin-cans
© 2004, Michael Cope
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The child has it
the child has it and knowsthat it is precious
feels it in a pocket
warmed moist by a hand
walks all the way to the
end of the breakwater
spins it out among the gulls
it vanishes with a small plop
the child turns and walks
home with a full heart
knowing that the precious
is for always with the sea
buys an ice-cream and two chocolate-bars
misses the cracks on the pavement
scratches a puppy through fence-wire
kicks stones, kicks tin-cans
The child has it
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