Childhood's Place
Utopias; are they not the bane of
Impossible exploring?
Fable-isled, misting up out long gone
Crazed marriner's imploring?
Yet there stood we, and firm; soaked of this
Fount of joy's rainbow-uplift!
Unknown of each new world-sprung child.
Restless wisher; cast adrift!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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