On The Edge of Then

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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