where dreams were dreamt

Coming home
to walk the sand
where dreams were dreamt 
To leave this land

this town of woe, where
childhood hands
Had risen castles to the sky

convinced convinced that oh
To grow
Would yield the treasures yet to
know, that
Other sands and other towns
Held richer grass and higher
mounds

of castles raised to bluer skies
for foolish young are blind of eye
Now coming home and no more wise
Tis here I choose   To lay and die.

M