Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Rondeau Reclimbing Childhood Tree


In rhyme reclimbing childhood tree we try
to paint trunk soaring through dark clouds to sky
as tot from cot in garden grot advanced
upon strong branch in innocence. Dream chanced
reclimbing childhood tree.

Tot tottering trotted to Spring sprig so spry
that, tempting, seemed to beckon on the sly:
imagination is thereby enhanced,
reclimbing childhood tree.

Child's venture wild seemed Everest so high,
as on a whim adventured, tree limbs fly
towards the heavens where their branches danced.
Sage in old age keeps image deep entranced
recalling day way up above grass dry
reclimbing childhood tree.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 12, 2013

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(19 October 2011)

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