on my six

young person come of age...

on my six   

the village faded in my past

when at last i walked through the gate 

for the final time

neither of us remained the same

as we were in the days of my coming of age

back then the colours were brighter

our laughter was lighter

with all my possessions on my back

in my Dad's old navy pack 

i paused at the end of the road by the wall

which today is not so tall

as it was then

i stared at the old rough stones

long ago discoloured and beaten

by wind and rain

to the left the bend curved right

and out of my sight

a couple hundred yards down

where when we were all young

we sneaked a peek when

colin flarety was "courting"

the miller twins from across the field

to the right straight and true

narrowing down to a pin point in the far distance

shadowed by the morning mist

that hung heavy

after the night's storm

hefting my Dad's seabag

i headed left

maybe just to see if anything had changed.

Author's Note

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