Hurry Home

Little one scurry on,

I am worried hurry home.

The day is late,

 as shadows crease,

and danger looms upon the streets.

The blooming night gives way to hate

And wretched souls demand to eat.

Tarry not, pick up the pace.

With winged feet fly down the lane.

Then, shut the door and for me just wait. 

Reviews

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

This is beautiful!
What I see here is about the situation of the present world. No more security, no more freedom we are all living in a world where everyone needs to be cautious. However, there's fear everywhere.
Children seems to be more sensitive and scared of the world they found them. Always wanting to be secured under their parents roof.

Well written, Cherrie.

[Cherrie L Bill]

It does fit the world today. We never outgrow the need to feel protected.

[Dave Brown]

I appreciate the serious nature of your write
Nothing as precious as those little ones

[Cherrie L Bill]

Yes I agree. Sometimes it seems life is against the young. We must do our part to protect the innocent.

[Ruth]

When I was young, there was a set time to be home by - nowadays it seems as though children are out so late and it is worrying...your poem speaks with heart :)

[Cherrie L Bill]

Thank you Ruth. We do need to look after them. Kids know so much more than we did but they are still just children and need a protector.

[barleygirl]

I remember living near a park in town & my nearest neighbor never let her kids outside, to go play there. Murders took place in that park, in the six years I lived there. Bloodstains were on the concrete in places as I walked my dogs, feeling exactly like your poem when I would see a child playing alone in the park toward nightfall (((HUGS)))

[Cherrie L Bill]

I hate the thought of children not having a safe place to live and play. It's not too much to ask for but so many are cheated that covering.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherry... throughout this entire ordeal...
I am still very concerned about the little ones and also
all the people who like us are innocent victims in a
world of turmoil. Your poem says so much that expresses
our concern. The human Spirit is a Prayer that somehow...
they will scurry home. Be blessed and safe. gently, Pat

[NotUsinganymore]

Interesting poem, I liked the detail you put into it.

[Chris Shaw]

This poem sums up what I feel as a mum and nan, about my young loved ones being out late at night on the streets. Things aren't what they used to be. It's a dangerous place out there. Quick hurry home. It's a hostile world. Hope all is well with you Cherrie.

Chris

[Cherrie L Bill]

Thank you Chris. I hope you and your family is well. We are doing good.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Cherrie. We are doing ok. Pleased to hear your world is good.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I think ykis poem really captures how the peoplee of afganistan feel

[Cherrie L Bill]

What a scary place to be right now. I pray for their safety

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this could metaphorically connect to the awful flooding in the South and Northeast...
shut the door, keep out the water....impossible in most cases...the streets aren't safe...the antagonist has dropped from the clouds...
Awful what is happening there...and the victims can become villains trying to survive.
j.

[Cherrie L Bill]

Yes the storm should bring out the best in people but sadly that is not always the case.