Sunday, August 24, 2014
Last Year of Innocence ((Blank Verse) (a Minnesota Poem))
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.