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Is The Sun Sleeping?

by Mike Gallimore (Age: 62)
copyright 12-17-2007


Age Rating: 1 +



Is the sun sleeping?
You wanted to know.
When we go to bed
Where does it go?

And where are the stars
During the day
When I am at work
And you are at play?

Why’s the sea salty?
And the deep ocean blue?
And how in the world
Do you know what is true?

Why do snowflakes
Fall from the sky
Only in winter
And not in July?

Why don’t our neighbors
Look exactly like us?
And when I get older
Can I drive a bus?

Is everyone happy
Like you and like me?
Or are there some people
Who never will be?

What was the very first
Thing that you learned?
And why don’t fireflies
Ever get burned?

How does a train
Get loaded with freight?
And do you think dinosaurs
Watched what they ate?

Why does a whale
Need to breathe air?
And how many of them
Do you think are out there?

How big is the earth?
And space all around?
And why does everything
Fall to the ground?

What makes a rainbow
And where does it end?
And how do you know
If someone’s your friend?

How do birds fly?
And why do they sing?
And why do ants bite?
And bumble bees sting?

These are the questions
You asked just today
While you were at work
And I was at play.







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        03-21-2008     Frank Fields        

There is really not much to say. My pen, however, seems oddly content that it need not be disturbed except to write
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It does occur, however, that of all the questions asked, and maybe more, not one was only, "Why?"

        01-28-2008     June Nazarian        

Mike - I clicked the submit button a bit too soon. Praise points now awarded

        01-28-2008     June Nazarian        

Mike - What a wonderful poem. How well I know the amazing curiosity of the child, and how delightful to revel in this raw innocence as work for us becomes play. Great reversal of roles in your piece. Very enjoyable...June

        01-07-2008     Walter Jones        

So sleep fell, a sky cried, time passed, great lullaby, wisdom left in words we write, questions of love, long lonely nights, and I in intellect on bed of nails slept, wishing once more to be, a child reaching, this was and outstanding write, from form to message, most enjoyable.. Walt



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