poetry for kid

to clothe the fiery thought
to be able to see every side of every question
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
he came and took me by the hand
and breaketh bread no more
under dusky laurel leaf
i know what you're going to say
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
this is the arsenal
days endeared to every muse
their beautiful hair
be not false
he's gone
a storm is riding on the tide