RHYME Poem: Childhood Steps Retracing, by Eric v.d. Luft

In Canada I learned to live, to read
A map, to build a boat, to make a wish,
To hit for average, to plant a seed,
To outrun animals, to outwit fish,

To estimate, to burrow under snow,
To bask, to spell the colour grey not gray,
To throw a football through a tire, to grow
Resenting moving to the U.S.A.

Words fail. A poet is supposed to paint
With words, but on this awkward palette are
No colours, only colors which don’t run.

In dust through dangerous depressed constraint
Into a southern grave descends my star,
But northerly my heart remains, undone.

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