On the edge of then,
In the spring of hope,
Came a set of eyes,
And a heart to match,
With some torn-up shoes,
And a bit of rope
‘Round some plastic swings
By a wide green patch,
In the big backyard
that a farm kid knows:
with its hills and grass,
with its curves and bends,
far away from noise,
and strife, and crime,
and all the distractions
of having friends.
If I go back there,
In my heart or mind,
There is no now,
Or then, or time,
Just the feeling left
Of the wind’s caress,
And a world so full,
But of emptiness,
In the big backyard
that a farm kid knows:
with its hills and grass,
with its curves and bends,
far away from noise,
and strife, and crime,
and all the distractions of
having
friends
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I was fortunate to live that childhood!
Sounds like an amazing and idyllic.
oops…forgot the word *childhood* lol