Youth Poem by David Johnson

Youth



Here where leaves break a
weighted stem

There where hurried rivers
float them in

Here where rivers pool
and turn to glass

There where stones will
surely smash

Here where stones are
returned to depths

There where young feet
wade and crept

Here where young feet
print the shores

There be laughter
evermore.

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