When, as a boy, I wandered through green scented fields
and groves of slender silver-branched trees
rich dark damp earth and softly fragranced leaves
keen senses caught…and stored away in memory’s sheaves.
*
In later years, as a traveller in far distant lands
my nostrils caught some faint aroma in the air
which, wandering suggestive through the highways of my mind
recalled again my childhood days and homelier, friendlier climes.
*
Why, when so young I yearned for other sights to see
when so much wealth and beauty round me I could see?
Must humans ever seek some ephemeral state
before unsatisfied return from whence we came?
*
Dennis Crompton © 1994
(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)
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