Last Year of Innocence
((Blank Verse) (a Minnesota Poem))
I well remember, that that year was young—
A time of raking leaves and birds chippering;
Beside the many
lakes: the fish were biting,
And tall stocks of
corn eager to unfold.
All through that year my shadow walks were bright,
As though a sun cloud waited over my head;
And this would be my
year of transition—
That is never
forgotten, and never replaced.
Long gone this year that held my first dreams:
It vanished like snow long given to the grass;
Yet tho I know, no
other year so innocent
That brought forth
that one youthful first dream:
—part of the dream was called poesy for its depth,
And part called peace, for the year was tender,
(for I was young, innocent and slender)
And part called
heart-ache, to be lost forever!
No: 4492
(7-27-2014) / Note: For the curious
reader the last year of innocence for me was 1959, I was twelve years old, I
wrote my first poem “Who”; the following year 1960, would be the year of chaos,
transition, guilt, wild adventures.
