Poetry by Sondra Kay Neiman

Alive, the Child

           And so the child, he smiles and sings,
           Delighting in so many things!
           So much to share, yet secret stays . . . 	
           His world's his own. Alone he plays.

           For who'd believe his tales of myth?
           Of little elfins running with!
           The ghosts and goblins behind the door!
           Snakes and monsters about the floor!

           Once he grew and he made pals.
           He learned to love the growing gals.
           Yet! Always in his Chevrolet
           Spirits of old hung 'round to play!

           With college gone he had a scheme
           Where business became everything.
           But wait! The tree! He felt its touch!
           The Spirits loved him very much!

           And so, alone, the child plays on.
           The days of ghouls and monsters gone.
           But Heaven's angels and gods of old
           Always will this child behold!                       

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   The Temple Halls . . .

The Chameleon Baby Lost Cowboy Blues
Ruminate A Drop of Time Protest
But! Alive the Child! Dragonspell
Primitively Superior Rendezvous Nova Sun
Tender Threads Binky's Pen Tidewaters
An Onomatopoeia Scorpion Fever The Mudball
Freedom's Breath This Hallowed Night The Snake
  Love's labor Sensation

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