Childhood Wood

Childhood Wood

A Poem by C.A. Lucas

This is about growing up in the woods near your house. It's a more sentimental piece of mine.

Our childhood wood is place we lived
It was our womb and we were it's babies
We played unknowingly
We laughed without memories
Drowned in ignorance
Our shield from life
Our shield from grief
We went through hard times
Thinking it was playtime
We cut ourselves on branches
And were poisoned by briers
We stumbled over roots
And became tangled in foliage
We discovered new paths
And desperately searched
For secret passageways
Finding a new place
To bask in the light 
Of underdevelopment
With our hair grown out- tangled and greasy
Our shirts lost under dirt
Our trousers ripped to shreds
Our bare feet leather sandals
Our faces overcooked tomatoes
And our fingernails brown to the bottom
Aged soil stuck under them
Concealing the memories for now
Tucking them away, useless
Because the only thing we had back then was

© 2013 C.A. Lucas

Author's Note

C.A. Lucas
This is for all you country folk out there who grew up in the woods! Enjoy!

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Added on January 12, 2013
Last Updated on May 6, 2013


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