BrooksLooks @ 44 East Avenue

my soul still roams
through the woods back there
where every tree was a tower
every branch was a stair
a child’s discoveries
in each stone, leaf and flower

the simplest of joys
came in climbing above
into the sanctuary of trees
these were precious days in time
oft’ recalled
well beloved

out there beyond
our small forest of pines
we’d run on forever
time would freeze
through fields of tall grass
we look back
at how far we’ve come
moments imprinted
remain ever still

a dinner bell rings
it’s time for supper
Nature softens to gloam
little actors
in a golden age
hurry home
to a place backstage

© Copyright 2018 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks
Special mention of my hometown and our family residence at 44 East Avenue in Springville, New York!

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