Inspired by 'The Stolen Child', by W. B. Yeats (whose birthday it is today!) ~ Enjoy!


The Misplaced Child

Charles sits 'mongst the twisted roots
And stares at his half-polished boots
He pulls a crust of stale, old bread
From the pocket of his suit

If only these trees would bear fruit
His family's hunger is acute
The only meat they have to eat
Is what his papa shoots

Perhaps it would reduce their need
If they had one less mouth to feed
Whilst his siblings ask for more,
His seat is cold and mute

Come, dear boys, into our grove
To play your childish games
We will not charge you money
And we won't ask for your names
Come play in the dappled shade
Til sunset's all aflame
The world might change around you,
But we'll always stay the same

Andrew carefully wipes his nose
His forehead is a bloody rose
The cold tip of his father's whip
Helps keep him on his toes

When the evening comes, he knows
Whilst others go to safe abodes
All that waits at his doorstep
Is a stinging rain of blows

The whip hangs still upon its hook
His father didn't care to look
For a wayward son, who has now run
The house is not the home he chose

Come, dear boys, into our grove
To play your childish games
We will not charge you money
And we won't ask for your names
Come play in the dappled shade
Til sunset's all aflame
The world might change around you,
But we'll always stay the same

John sits on a log of wood
And tries his best to behave good
His brother said if bears don't get him
Then the tigers surely would

His brother does as brothers should
Some things cannot be understood
Until your blood runs thickly
And fear makes your manners good

When the sun has long gone down
He'll wonder what his brother found
What manner of beast snatched him
Whilst he played out in the wood?

Come, dear boys, into our grove
To play your childish games
We will not charge you money
And we won't ask for your names
Come play in the dappled shade
Til sunset's all aflame
The world might change around you,
But we'll always stay the same

Jason tries to beat the score
He's beaten countless times before
His hand-held console does its best,
But he's always cross and bored

His mother pushed him out the door
She said he needs the fresh air more
She's so concerned with his health
Yet at home, he's ignored

She'll wonder where he's gotten to
Once sky is black instead of blue
She'll suddenly remember
What a mother's love is for

Come, dear boys, into our grove
To play your childish games
We will not charge you money
And we won't ask for your names
Come play in the dappled shade
Til sunset's all aflame
The world might change around you,
But we'll always be the same