Waiting to explore
Once a child running free,
Through mulga scrub so grey,
Climbing high, exploring all,
Not scared what came their way.
Now grown with children of their own,
Bush exploring a wish intended,
Perhaps in another year or two,
Such a pastime may be recommended.
For now dreaming is all that may be,
Though the bush is right outside the door,
Waiting for babies to be old enough,
To go exploring the world once more.
Running, climbing, camping out,
Learning what the world involves,
All dreams and plans for future days,
As around babies one currently evolves.
One on the floor, under protective eye,
Another sleeping in a warm lap,
One day to be shown the world around,
And make use of many a map.
Listening to them learn to talk,
Rather soon their chattering away,
challenging to understand at times,
Even for those around all day.
But for now we patiently wait,
Though exploring 'tis a must,
To push too soon could be disaster,
Step by step, time will come fast.