First Years Poem by james watkin

First Years



Life in a bubble
Exultant; free.
Too wondrous, whose outlook!
New and sparkly.

Hours, dizzy, silly
Lord, I did claim
Needed you, their magic
Burst; a sorcerer's?
' 'I've woke'! . Even dreamers
Morns, must acclaim! '

Tuesday, October 4, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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