poetry for kid

suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
the long resounding marble corridors
skies they were ashen and sober
there were three in the meadow by the brook
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
better than granite
royal feast was done
splendid and terrible your love
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
i saw the clouds among the hills
once this soft turf
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
it tells of good old times
the dawn was apple-green