Children

Directly opposite my window there is a school. For some reason it got me thinking...

Children,
I see you sitting
Near the ceiling,
Below me, but
I remember being you.
Staring out, I saw
A river of glitter
Running through a field,
Or thought I did,
But was it real?
Have you seen
What you may not believe?
I hope it never
Happens to any of you.
If I were you
I'd be so far away,
Inventing a game.
Sometimes
I miss those days.

Cold Country

All around me is bitter,
Silent and still.
The light fades away
And ice marks the spot.

You brought me here,
Then broke me here
In this cold country
Where I am unloved.