Tuesday, 1 October 2013

childhood redraft


Once summers stretched long and hot
beaches
became deserts.
Woods were wild
dangerous places.

We sat barefoot
on branches.
Trees were there for climbing,
caves to be explored.
Our dens were everywhere
hidden.

Time hung
high and distant
above our heads.
Our imaginary spaces
faded
leaving only echoes
in the trees and empty caves.

1 comment:

  1. Love! perfectly describes my summers as a kid! (and sometimes even now!) barefoot and climbing trees.

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