Childhood

by Chris

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Childhood

Long time I lay upon the sunny hill
To my little house below secured bound
Far off the silent, changing sky was still,
With the white clouds lying thick around.
I saw each separate tree, each vaguer hue,
Where the massed mountains rolled in mist away,
And though all run together in my view
And I knew that unseen trails between them lay.
Often I wondered what new places were there
In though I saw the still light on the land,
The river’s water, clear in tranquil air
And walked through it in joy from strand to strand
Over the prairie horses so fast would pass
That in the dark hill’s gloom they seemed to fade
The evening was smooth like sunken glass
Grey, tiny rocks slept round me where I lay
Moveless as they, more still as the night came,
The trees threw straight shadows far away,
And from the house my mother called my name.