(for my grandson)


Freedom is the imagination of a child,

Feelings flowing freely, stories running wild!

Uninhibited by life’s accountancy,

By endless dwelling on profit and loss, not yet

Hemmed in by grey stone walls or iron fences,

By petty quarrels or narrow self-interest.

A child’s imagination soars over such mundanity!

A life still to be lived, will not be so constrained!


Cry “Freedom!” William. You hold the key! 

Your inimitable imagination will set you free!



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John Botterill

Sun 8th May 2022 08:55

Thanks Stephen.. You are always so supportive! 😀

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 8th May 2022 08:37

Bravo, John! This is an exceptional poem. Inspiring.

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John Botterill

Sun 8th May 2022 05:39

Thanks Ursula and Holden for your appreciaive comments. It always means a lot to me. 😀

Holden Moncrieff

Sun 8th May 2022 05:28

A wonderful poem, John! "Uninhibited by life's accountancy" is a great line! 😊

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Ursula O'Reilly

Sat 7th May 2022 23:27

Lovely poem, John. A child's imagination is vast, and just magical. 👍🌷

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