
They play so easily, these two friends.
Ideas roll, with fluid simplicity.
They talk in a language of their own.
Perfectly balanced, like a well crafted bridge.
Let’s hope the ocean, that now divides them –
Is to them but a stream, to step over.
In their imaginations, they can be –
Free to fly, to jump, to stay connected.
Young friendships like this are such a gift –
When play comes, with such cooperative ease.
They will carry memories of their play,
deep in their hearts and minds –
Until they are united, some other day.
Oh wow, what an amazing poem, so beautiful. it brings back so many feelings of our emigration. I’m glad I found your new blog and wish you luck on this side of the world x
Great to see imagination at work in play. Such a beautiful scene by the sea.