poetry for kid

which i wish to remark
i said, i have shut my heart
when the wind works against us in the dark
there is no escape by the river
you are clear
when night drifts along the streets of the city
tell me not
passing through huddled and ugly walls
as i lie roofed in, screened in
that year
the meadow was creeping
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
just as my fingers on these keys
in halls of sleep you wandered by