Feet Were Walking
When I was young did eagerly frequent
The tree house 'cross the street
I often partied with my friends hell-bent
And nibbled on their feet
With them the seeds of wisdom did I sow
As well as marijuana
And with my own hand laboured it to grow
(I learned how while in Ghana)
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far bottom blows
Where are those blue remembered pills?
And those streets and hedgerows
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain
In dreams of yesteryearnings
I play the synapse, and tease my youthful brain
My memories of sweet first love are burning
Contributors: | Randy, Kansas Sam, Francine, F, N, baoloa, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 3rd August 2003. |