Posted by Admin on 17 January 2008, 12:00 am
At seventeen you symbolize
the spell of childhood’s artless ways,
retaining, though a shade more wise,
an innocence of younger days.
No artifice can half obscure
the youthful charm that lingers yet,
nor can those reddened lips mature
a mind with girlhood’s thoughts beset.
Entranced, I hear your carefree airs,
or watch your face alight with glee;
and lighter then my spirit bears
the ever-present Cannot Be.
T. C. Hudson
15th October 1939
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council