Journey To the Sun

...for the Rev Shirvell-Price, with respect and affection Morning. The child awakes, steps light across his garden. Windows of the dwelling o'er the glen ablaze with sparkling brilliance draw his gaze, and peak his curiosity. Suited for all-comers, with sturdy leggings for his Big Adventure, he takes on the day, as brave as good King Arthur on a mission for the Grail. Striding forth, his heart is beating like a drum as he tarries by the river to bathe his feet in icy water, wolfing down the victuals made ready by his mum. Trudging up the hillside, harder than the journey down, wearying now his steps are measured. He needs to claim his dream though his eyes now see dull sockets where the shining should have been. Depressed, he sits exhausted to weigh the reason why. As he turns, hungry for home, his heart is leaping, for basking in the radiance of the slowly dying sunset is his own bright shining home, its windows glittering like burnished gold!