Trailing behind him he made furrows with a sick
ploughing imaginary fields planting Magic beans
became a knight fighting with is trusty sword
prickly hedgerow foes or beanstalk giants
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This is a beautiful poem on childhood and imagination having haunting expression. I love most lines are...I wonder where did that boy go, that boy that was me.,
I miss him so.
Thanks for sharing.
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This is a beautiful poem on childhood and imagination having haunting expression. I love most lines are...I wonder where did that boy go, that boy that was me., I miss him so. Thanks for sharing.