My Childhood Poem by DM W

O my childhood lies there, among the grand houses
And the lush gardens, in the dream-like part of town.
O there the bright spectres of love and laughter still
Linger, in the blithe, verdant places where we played;
So long ago now. For me it will always be
Spring there: pulsating with colour, light and freshness.
In darker moments, I often think of that time,
And wish I could return; but alas I cannot.