Childhood's Place Poem by james watkin

Childhood's Place



Utopias; are they not the bane of
Impossible exploring?
Fable-isled, misting up out long gone
Crazed marriner's imploring?

Yet there stood we, and firm; soaked of this
Fount of joy's rainbow-uplift!
Unknown of each new world-sprung child.
Restless wisher, cast adrift!

Thursday, October 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,future,wishing
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james watkin

james watkin

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