The Old Hills Of The Great Lagoon Poem by nicholas boateng

A walk on the high wall around the orchard
The fat man ever on our trail
Fear of being caught
But the fulfillment of every adventure took us back
In amazement the high school lasses watched
When shall we grow and be with such beauties?
Our youth we would not trade
In growth and maturity we all departed
And the land of joy so changed before our eyes
I miss the old hills of the great lagoon
Yet I cannot go back
Take me back to the days, to age thirteen
And to my friends among whom I was loved