Thundering footsteps shake the earth
massive hands of iron
an earsplitting roar
what manner of being is this
The villagers ran in horror
ignorant of it's purpose
save for one small child
She smiled at the giant before her
though it towered above her,in dizzying heights
he bent and scooped the child up
in one swoop of his hand
the child wiped away a tear from his eye
Comments
Jerry
Thank you
Fear
Hello, Chrys,
And that's all it took - someone to tenderly care. What a beautiful poem and lesson!
Thank you,
L
lavendaer
yes and that was the meaning of this poem glad you picked up on that and thank you for reading
Teddy
Thank you
see all it took was a little kindness and understanding that is all the giant want