One Girl And Her First Time Poem by James McLain

And the fierce rabbit
made those sounds whose feeling it is good.

Now the summer has skipped fall, 'O my winters next.
But oh! Between that one day and the sunny crest.
How many days I have because of that now lost.
And time has flown away the hand I never rest.
What that was then and now then was my now today.
When I had peace, I feel it in the center of my toes.

The field of rabbits in now gone
and filled with boring people some call home.