Youth Streaks, That Side Of The Hedge Poem by james watkin

Youth streaks, that side of the hedge
That side of the wall, cheery.
Its path flares up, that side of Time
In summer's evermore.
Suckled of a sun, weary
Clambers but the wistful over
With something to restore.

Rough youth, of this raking mind
Cyclonic youth, how heedless!
With a benign season's ashes
Brought to recollection.
Suckled of a sun, weary
Clambers but the mist-ful over
For the passing of yore.