In Us The Happy Children

when the flood comes
when the thatched roof of houses
start to drown themselves
the children go on
with their games
on bamboo rafts
they begin a journey
of fun
and fantasy
now they are vikings
tomorrow they are the pirates of Penzange
on their penchant
for charm
their laughter over
the rising waters
like their ancestors who lost
nothing
they are now ready to
move
for another soil
on top of a hill
on some grassy grounds again.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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