If I Were Young Again

If I Were Young Again - elsieisy blog

By Michael Lee Johnson

Piecemeal summer dies:long winter spreads its blanket again.For ten years I have lived in exile,locked in this rickety cabin, shouldersjostled up against open Alberta sky.

 If I were young again, I’d sing of coolness of highmountain snow flowers, sprinkle of night glow-blue meadows;I would dream and stretch slim fingers into distant nowhere,yawn slowly over endless prairie miles. The grassland is where in summer silence grows;in evening eagles spread their wingsdripping feathers like warm honey. If I were young again, I’d eat pine cones, food of birds,share meals with wild wolves;I’d have as much dessert as I wanted,reach out into blue sky, lick the clouds off my fingertips. But I’m not young anymore and my thoughts tormentedare raw, overworked, sharpened with miseryfrom torture of war and childhood.For ten years now I’ve lived locked in this unstable cabin, 

    inside rush of summer winds,       outside air beaten dim with snow.


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  1. Being young again can only be a dream that can be replayed in the mind over and over again

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