Father remember.

Remember the shady fern-banks,

How we ran in childish awe

Of canopy’s cathedral

And the birch in its ranks,

Ran to see like a curious fawn.

 

Father remember.

Remember sun sown through curtains green,

How we flew to know its embrace.

We slept on meadow-lawn,

Content to stay between

Warm grass and the blanket of sky’s face.

 

Father remember.

Remember swift soul of the stream,

How we cleansed our feet of toil

In rejuvenation

Of the deep and lost dream

As our spirits rose like spring in soil.

 

For I remember,

Remember the beat beyond sight,

How my heart now runs there in haste;

Like a tender young shoot

I grow towards the light

Where my past you do not even trace.