My greenest days -
mother, and heart at its most replete
Yet, ever the stranger...
Yesterday's stares, today's deviled cares
Yes, I crammed overnight:
youth's vernacular or get teacher's pelt. Spectacular!
Outside the classroom,
on the hillside, scampered green-serene.
unravelled shady trails to disappear in
There, lost in lots of lone strolls,
trekking creeks, unscrambling rocky shores...
Heard the old mango,
had another great season.
it outlives all of mine...
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