Above The Town - Poem by Daphne Grant
Oft did I wander as a child
On the hills above the town,
Away from calling voices, loud,
To be alone, rejoicing in the world I found,
Above the mellee, and the crowd.
There saw I bluebells, forest bound,
And I could dream my childhood there.
Saw I bird and mouse and flower,
Passing many a happy hour.
Above in stillness where I sat,
Watching curling smoke from stacks,
knew I nothing of the real world then,
but, growing, knew it had to end.
My peace, and hours of solitary roam
Among the hills above my home
Or wandering but a shady brook,
And even now I love to stray
Where willing fancy paints my way,
I hold a paint brush in my mind,
And of the pictures that I see,
I always bring them home with me.
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