#649 - the primitive garden of childhood

 

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the primitive garden of childhood

 

where every joy animal is

words follow

 

forget myself and play

in curl up days

well watered

sunned

 

I was a savage there

learned to grab and hold

here you see the pencil

there you see the mark

 

we are leaf

come chorded to tune

grammar up, so find

a minor key

augment, diminish

 

something grew to eat

and if I took first step

there was no end of street

 

it was the flower held me

 

things still rhyme there

make a world begin

 

everything was given

you hardly had to ask

 

ran the rug too floor level

wall to wall I was

a little beggar

 

and might have been put to use

so it is

still to this day

 

so as it is with gander

then let it be with goose