Images Of My Childhood Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Majestic scenes of idyllic beauty conjugating shadows,
And dots on a verdant scape, painted as a renaissance master,
The wisps of smoke, curling a greyish path of destiny,
As wafted as a feather on a thin evening breeze,
Memories from my childhood, washing my cheeks with peace,
Sweep back as a murmuring refrain, and momentarily,
As if time stopped in its imaginary track
Nature's heart-felt praise of simplicity greets us, for here rests
No imitations of immortality, or tincture of deceit;
No open exaltations of tin gods,
As neither Athena nor Artemis raises a silent voice.
This restful abode of quiet, like an Elysian field,
Where peace more than wealth flowered my life,
[For we lived in'' dolce far niente'']
And no perplexing problem or paranoia,
Reared its grotesque head as a Gorgon,
And the shy's brass shield to me,
With hardly a turbulent cloud was cluttered,
For seemingly with all,
Nature had signed its pact of peace in chambers.