Child-Stept Poem by james watkin

Child-Stept



Those lone wanderings
Brisk and unsighted
A trail for themselves, as had
Carved out delighted
No ordinary wind
Runs each day throughout
But does its grassland's, woodland's
Recall sound up out.

Friday, November 26, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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