No Longer A Boy …

 

When I was a boy

this spring house was there

Open and running

with memories to share

 

When I was a boy

it sat in the field

Above rising water

indentured to yield

 

When I was a boy

its door opened wide

To capture my fantasy

dreams there to hide

 

No longer a boy

now buried and hidden  

My hopes and my wishes

—forever unbidden

 

(Converse Estate: December, 2023) 

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