When I was a boy

Remenicing

When I was a boy

I walked my woodland with joy and a little sadness

It was my solace

It was my place

Each tree I knew and its face

I climbed my pine

So tall and straight

And perched, eagle like, to watch and wait

To see the lovers come and go

To see the fox that I had come to know

The mists of dawn the sun peeping through

The call of a dove and the morning dew

And all the while I’d watch and wait

A top my pine so tall and straight.

 

Reviews

[Rain]

I really like this piece. I also had a secret place where I dreamed big dreams, and no-one could see me. I love this style. Rain..