Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By: Donovan Baldwin

I long again to see,
The white sands I walked,
When but a boy.
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Then, but a child, I knew not,
How deeply embedded in my soul
Was every grain of sand,
Each whisper of the wind,
Every roll of wave, and
The bending of each tree.
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Now, half a century, and
Many hundred miles
Downwind from boyhood,
I see each sight,
Smell each smell,
Joyfully recalling,
The place I felt so happy,
To leave so far behind.
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If children could understand
What the world they so little love,
Will mean to them in later years.
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Perhaps then, they would live
In happier circumstances,
Enjoying at home
The passage of each day,
Rather than one far day
Longing to return,
To a time and place,
They truly loved.

NOTE: Photo was taken by me in 1971 of the Pensacola Yacht Club, from across the mouth of the Bayou Chico

Labels: Bayou Chico, boyhood, children, memories, Pensacola, poem, poetry, white sands