The Alone-Child, Age Eight Comments

This poem deserves to be displayed on the First page of Poem Hunter!

What a wonderful childhood image you have portrayed through this poem! I also remember your poem 'Washing the baby'.

It doesn't matter. He can stop at his telephone pole and check his trove. Squeaky wheels, squeaky wheels, go faster. There are no bullies today. Squeaky wheels, squeaky wheels, have fun! Childhood

Part 1/ We rarely remember childhood days, especially after the gap of time with this age for an eight-years-old child, but the transmission of these beautiful and rare images indicates the strength of the poet's poetic memory,

part 2/ well done you have used the words in their appropriate place, so now we can interpret the content of this beautiful poetry to nowadays reality after more Sixty years ago, this short trip on the bike at that time applied to all the trips that came after it, and this characteristic of life which is full of joys, bumps, fear and peace, keep writing poetry and stay blessed, Oh the good poet.. Regards 10/10

Enthralling piece of work... your squeaky wheels poem is really amazing...

Had to return and read this poem again. I'm happy to report that it is as remarkable as it was yesterday and is just as shiny a read the tenth time as it is the first time!

How in the world did you submerge yourself in the mind and body a a child- - an alone-child- - to such a stunning degree? You put your reader in that child's skin, in his mind, and turned us loose on that trike with him and all of a sudden I was remembering my blue trike and the heat of the sun on my arms and spilling over and scraping my knee. That's not a pen you're holding, that's a magic wand. Now I see why they have that rating system because it's the only way to tell you how I feel about this- - I'm going down there and punch in 10 a thousand times

The alone-child turns his head and stares down the alley - it is empty! beautiful............................

Hi your squeaky wheels on the trike really took me to my left out childhood, what is already a long past and unforgettable. The simplicity of the poem with it's eloquence in describing a child's mind attracted me. Very nice.

I could hear the wheels and felt the relief in your poem Daniel. Beautifully penned.

I imagine an 8 years old Daniel hurrying to his books, away from older boys, happy to feel save, free and...child. Simply beautiful!

The child on the tricycle, his innocence, his frolicsome ride, his casualness in contrast with the awe inspiring majesty of the white house, the squeeky wheels, the bullies.... all striking images in a rare blend of simplicity and satire! A great write!

I adore this poem. Even though I never had a tricycle I felt really relaxed with this write. Very refreshing.

Very simple, elegant and poetic.A beautifully constructed poem. Took me to my childhood.

Brilliant work...With no bullies, there is freedom, childhood, perhaps even innocence. An amazing poem.

Is there a hint by A. in the child, I wonder? Bullying is a growing problem everywhere.. In America both the White House & the Congress should do more to tackle such an issue.. but it seems they are too busy in bullying into each other.. Interesting and uncommon theme.. as always you're a master ;)

Woah unique poem and i sure love extraordinary stuff i.e a poem with an uncommon topic. U crafted it well and makes us picture it so vividly in the mind. Kudos! Great to read u again!

This poem brings in mind a scene from the film Sixth Sense. Unfortunately, nowadays more than ever; bullying is a major problem in schools and not only among children; and many of them suffer in silence. The images in this poem portraits it vividly.

the tricycle inches forward toward the white house with white pillars... The alone child pedals and moves on. Squeaky wheels go on faster and childhood of child also moves on faster. Beautiful presentation and description makes this special. Nice and wonderful imagery within. EXCELLENT poem shared.10.