when I behold a field in bloom
I think of childhood days
among the brier as I did roam
my childhood spirit strays
...
I still can taste the secret spring
where crystal water flowed
then ran the valley to the creek
to pay the debt it owed
...
I think of brave attendant souls
who delved with me the lair
of huge and hidden perils near
but we would take the dare
...
now we cannot go home again
we know the poets say
still I recall and treasure all
the dreams of yesterday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gorgeous poem Barry, precious memories
Yes, Thanks again for reading so much of my work and thanks for all the kind comments.