a children’s poem by Thomas Davis
Way down in Caf∞a∞ghan∞a∞stan,
Down by the restless, wave-tossed seas,
I met my true love walking home
Through sands, past forest trees.
The flowers, lemon-blossomed yellow
Spread out beneath the sun
And blossomed spring-time on the earth
And put cold winter on the run.
The pearl gray oysters fell to flocks
Of kiwi birds with prying beaks,
And long-eared owls laughed at the moon
And fished from moonless creeks.
Way down in Caf∞a∞ghan∞a∞stan,
Down by the restless, wave-tossed seas,
I met my true love walking home
Through sands, past forest trees.
My love wore golden earrings bright
And a gown of misty, sea-morn blue.
My love turned day into the night
And said to give this poem to you.
fourwindowspress 
Second stanza is my favourite. Winter on the run! Beautiful and playful poem.
I love the rhythm in this one!
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Why are these children’s poems? They seem like love poems?
When you were young you were little girls, and, whether you remember or not, you and Mary were in love with the idea of love. This poem was a good poem for where you were at at the time. The sad thing is that neither you nor Mary seem to remember any of them. All of the children’s poems are, in the end, love poems. Love poems to my daughters, and later Kevin, and love poems to your mother and about our family.
Love, Dad
Quite lovely, Thomas – certainly does have a fairytale quality about it. Sorry I have been absent. Hope you, Ethel and your family are well.
I love the place name Caf∞a∞ghan∞a∞stan – and the meter in this is especially fun. (Sorry I’m so far behind again with reading – and as Diane said above, I hope you all are doing well!)