When A Boy, Lost Poem by james watkin

When A Boy, Lost



Twas the birth-time re-visited.
First hour's and pang's, finding me
Five-yeared, forsook-eyed, when as one
Frights of place crowd grotesquely.
There, home strayed, love's stronghold, where thoughts
With a rush sacred converge.
Placed thereat, in distant feeling
Dark bounds for creation's verge.

Friday, February 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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