Secret Garden
Silent,
the children,
disappeared now,
hiding in their secret places.
So swift,
all our childhoods,
snatched suddenly away.
Only the echoes remain,
clinging like birdsong to branches,
fading slowly,
as an ever more distant past
trickles like water or sand
through the open
net of our clutching hands.
rogermoorepoet 
Roger:
‘…clinging like birdsong to branches…’
This is worth the price of admission.
Chuck
On Tue, Jun 27, 2017 at 7:28 AM, rogermoorepoetdotcom wrote:
> rogermoorepoet posted: “Secret Garden Silent, the children, disappeared > now, hiding in their secret places. So swift, all our childhoods, snatched > suddenly away. Only the echoes remain, clinging like birdsong to branches, > fading slowly, as an ever more distant past trickles like” >
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Alas, Chuck, I had free entry …so … there was no rice of admission … you are the second who likes the phrasing though and I am so pleased that the image has received approval.
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Ah lost childhood… Clinging like birdsong to branches – that is beautiful. Another reworked older poem?
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Yes. I have completed the first draft of a ninety page manuscript (!!!) and I have revised that first draft. I should receive a hard copy of that second draft today. While waiting, I am revising the second draft and preparing the third one. I am fairly close to having a new book of poetry … maybe one more draft … it’s definitely getting there.
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Wow! That is fantastic! Congratulations!
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Thanks, Ms. Meghan … it’s been hard work, but it’s also been a very productive time, as you can see.
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