Mine At Nine
It was when I was about
nine
I thought the world was truly
mine,
so I dared to trace
a river
back to its source, far, far
yonder;
'neath shadows of mountain
forests,
crystal creeks gush round blue-green
crests,
moist undergrowth, wet
watershed,
quenched my thirst at the
fountainhead;
that was when I was about
nine,
indeed, the world was truly
mine!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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