poetry for kid

royal feast was done
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
which i wish to remark
on and on
though i am little as all little things
shadows lay along broadway
quietly, with reverance, in awe
i gazed upon the glorious sky
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
the old songs
daughters of time
as i lie roofed in, screened in
in all things not spoken of