Since I shared a poem about my sister, I feel it only fair to share one about my brother, written at the same time. He would have been about 5 or 6. My attempt at free verse.
Curious, sky blue, observers of the world
Dotted in the center with ebony spheres
Sometimes hold a shining light
And sometimes hold a sparkling tear
Tan leather big-bowed boots
Tread crammed with dirt and rocks
From countless hours of imaginative indulgence
Amidst all of the taken-for-granted things in nature
Freedom, enjoyment, ecstasy, crouching low in a hole
Amidst orange and black, dust covered, pastic construction toys
Dust covered himself and paying no mind
To the distractions nature provides.
Enraptured in play, constantly moving
Roughly textured, black, and bent
The thin limb from a tree, gripped in his hands
Holds and unseen purpose
Added to his motion, a centrepidal pole around which he rotates.
Enraptured with the tracks left in the dirt by toys
he watches the dust settle and his city develop
His machines lay foundations deeper than the eye can see
Where no knowledge will ever enter to discover
The base of all his reasoning
The sun shines calmly,
The breeze blows leaves across the yard.
Fallen leaves lifted by breaths of air
Seem to carry with them dreams to the clouds.