Reminiscence
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Way back then when I was ten
Naïve and still quite humble
Worldly wise but not yet grown
Each day would amuse again.
Games were skills of time to hone
On occasion there were tumbles
But magic still pursued my roam
And life’s truths were left for olden men.
Homemade kites to fly the breeze
In every mist, adventure, in which to join.
All around stood natural trials
Feats spawned by climbing trees.
Tiny creeks became the Nile
Castle walls were dreamed from groynes.
New quests to take with every mile
A thousand leaves the sound of ease.
Rod and line with shiny lure
Peace, beside a tuneful stream.
Hypnotic pools with mystic shadows
While fish my mission to procure.
Tranquil glades in which to doze
Harmony designed from simple dreams.
Unbridled futures were composed
Happiness my sole duty to ensure.
Yes was luck, but nature formed playpen
Confidence formed in solitude
Thoughts formed best when left unsaid.
Now, with age and years, I yearn, for this again.
I pray to move and leave these days of dread.
So youthful hope, might be renewed
Walking backwards steps, to move ahead.
To way back then; when I was ten.
Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2016
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