Butler Pennsylvania 45


Roaming Son


How strange—
always to be far from home,
lost, it seems,
and robbed of the realm
I once reigned over
as a boy.

Ah, to be there again
where childhood
lies waiting to be retrieved
from sidewalks and streets,
back there again
where I would ferret out
every route
my own small feet
had taken
and claim again,
if but for ten minutes time,
what was mine
while walking through
that Eden I knew
when I was nine.




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