poetry for kid

very well, you liberals
friend, whose smile has come to be
of sun nor stars
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
were it not for that singular smell
the lightning flashed, and lifted
the hypocritic days
melancholy, blue it was
on and on
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
i gazed upon the glorious sky