The little boy plays with his toys
Not knowing the world he’s in
Cars and soldiers, he makes a noise
Making everyone grin
He watches the screen of a TV set
Imitating what’s on it
Pretending to be a fox, he gets
Mad with his funny wit
The innocence of a child is something
To behold and cherish
For it makes everything alright as we think
While the child plays out stories embellished
Wars and crime don’t mean a thing to him
As he plays away, lost inside
His mind, a world he creates, to us he brings
I only wish we could join in and hide
A child can be like a drug at times
There happiness an addiction
As they babble and giggle away in rhyme
This a wonderful elation
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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