In Far Off Country
in the story's beginning,
there's comfort, there's love,
bright smiles, bright eyes,
mother's mantel above,
with new looking awe,
small noises, small hands,
shining faces on porch swings,
bedtime fantasy lands,
as time turns and grows older
young faces turn to judge,
sire's guidance rejected,
bold attitudes won't budge,
punching holes into heaven,
burning fires, plasma veined,
rocket contrails of youth,
spun out in fast lanes,
sometimes they forgive,
these lives imperfected,
years burning slow fuses,
calming storm course
corrected,
now, in far off country's pure
air,
light bound in wonder now
waking,
looking back at those faces,
no finer journey worth taking...
Copyright © Andrew Foreman | Year Posted 2014
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