I’d like to see a new place, a place I’ve never been
Like a massive snowy mountain range, or a wild and glorious scene
I’d love to see the ocean and watch the roaring waves
Or sit beside a river flowing to somewhere that it craves.
I’d like to watch a baby smile behind still flowing tears
When their Mother gets the message or recognized their fears
Or see a flushed faced schoolboy, climb safely, his first tree
Then turning to his father to ask, “Did you see me?”
Maybe these are small things and not noticed by some
But when your days are ending you’ll see them, every one
Like little gems, once hidden, now sparkle to your eye
And they’ll remain within your heart until you say goodbye.
Wyn Barratt Nov 2012.