Another poem by 180. Fear not I have only a few left!

My Secret Place.

An old man now I slip and stumble

Down a steep embankment.

I pause briefly to catch my breath,

My time held in abatement!

I see then with visions frozen,

Kaleidoscope scenes of times long passing!

Of childhood's dreams passing, flashing.

Of children crying, of children laughing.

On my galvanized feet a brook is splashing.

Great oak trees rise above me,

With acorns heavy on branches bending.

A thousand greens, their colors clashing.

Bubbling water with crayfish hiding

Beneath those stones each once familiar.

My rising sun shows streaks vermilion.

This secret place my God has given.

A time machine with endless cycles.

An eternal place without beginning.

A restful place which has no ending.

My secret place of childhood's yearning.


From 'Voyages of the Vicky Mary'

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