Quest
The blue hills rolled down onto the pristine plains,
the verdant slope cascaded in rhythmic dance
through the caring cradle of the humming hamlet
where my abandoned home was once.
With the flotilla of the cotton clouds adrift,
floating carefree on the cerulean sky,
my teenage joy soared high with the mind unbound,
perched on the colorful kites I loved to fly.
The gliding brook filled with fluid patina of pearls,
murmuring the song of flamboyant grandeur,
girdled our house in an embracing loop
of horse-shoe shaped meander.
My rainbow tinged paper boats followed
the curling current’s smooth rippling trail,
on these I saw to a distant dreamland shore
my childhood fantasy was setting sail.
The storm came, boats sank, and kites flew away,
left me on the track of luring pursuit depressed.
I’m still wandering as driftwood in the wild,
holding in heart their image in my nostalgic quest.
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September 28, 2021
For Brian Strand's contest Strànd No 1042
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