Summer Landscapes – 2

What were we children? Unafraid,
The world spread out beneath our feet —
We’d promises we meant to keep:
For time would later come to sleep,

And we had villains to defeat.
On city streets and fields of green,
The greatest hope of smallest hearts:
To see it all, and by all to be seen.

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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