When we owned the world
our feet tapped out a tango
on sun-soaked streets,
we matched the sky atop misty mountain-sides,
and splashed our feet in storm-soaked, raging seas.
We scaled the trees in deepest forests
and through meadows we raced with flying feet.
White teeth sparkled as;
heads thrown back,
we laughed in our certainty
that we would conquer
all sadness and adversity.
And the aged ones gazed back,
revelling in our youthful glee;
surprising themselves with wistful smiles
at the memories
of their own beginner’s zest,
their trusting purity,
and the distant days when they felt free.
So, I’ve finally got around to taking up one of Michelle’s Photo Challenges. I have been meaning to do it for weeks – the images she uses are so inspiring. Thank you Michelle. .
©Jane Paterson Basil