Sonnets Are Hard

Where the water stills and gives up bubbling

Where the fish are caught in the mud brown pool

Where the stones are lodged and cease their tumbling

Over in the shade of the willow’s cool

 

There come the visitors to king frog’s court

There dangle ankles o’er the pebbly edge

There echo voices of the boyish sort

Flying up and over the garden hedge

 

We peep and peer through bramble and briar

To witness the magic that was our own

When we were children and never did tire

And we called that kingdom enchanted home

 

What a gold treasure to live once again

Just as before we were women and men

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