That Was the Meadow of My Early Teens
That was the meadow
of my early teens/
on which I lay down
and planned
dreams;/I was the
only
dreamer basking in
sunshine/
as all my classmates
headed home
chatting.../
butterflies chasing
clouds was quite
thrilling,/
vines drooping made
me think of sweet
wine!
That was the meadow
of my early teens,/
so pretty were the
yellow and white
daisies;/
and I dreamed of
worlds non
existent,/
perhaps those yet to
be discovered/
by someone very
sound/
whose mind won't
fret.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
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