Sweet Childhood Poem by Nero CaroZiv

How can I not remember the years when I roamed as a boy
When I went out with innocent welcoming thoughts whistling for joy
Across the fields and blooming meadows; no fence; no obstacle to bar my walk
Nor was I heeded when I crossed a neighbor balk
I roamed in pathless woods; dark and dappling where ever I was please
As a ship wandering upon the vast seas





Childhood, dear, sweet and sunny beloved childhood,
With its careless, thoughtless naive air,
Like the verdant, tangled wildwood,
Wants the training hand of care
The days of childhood are so near; available close; summer, winter or fall
Yet dodging wildly like dancing shadows upon a wall



And like a prophet I looked up to the traveling skies
And in the forms of the scudding clouds I could many signs descry
All kind of animals and strange figures communicating with the earth
None were known to adults around me; or to any human of city birth
Yet they spoke to me; they whispered their prays when I drew near
A multitude of saint voices caressing tenderly my ear


Unseen, a hidden land rail from the meadow screamed
Scurrying away like a pike on a near by stream
While overhead the early springtime bell
The impetuous lark was ringing unrevealed deep as well
And there in the vaults of the sky an eagle whirred with widespread wings
Alas the sparrows they feared him as comets are feared by kings



And other times I watched a hawk poised in the heaven high
It hanged itself fluttering like a transfixed butterfly
Till sighting a bird or a field fowl afar
It swooped upon it like a soundless lightning or falling star
When will you God allow me to return
And live again; dwell and fall fainting among the fields of past days I so crave and yearn



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