I saw country in laughter and play,
And the rich slowness of life.
I heard sweet music strummed from hills I climbed in my thoughts.
Heights, mine to occupy its summits,
As much as it was for any that longed for it.
I heard the joyful splash from a pool of water I shared with friends
A pool that became streams, and then mighty rivers that bore our dreams,
Emptying them into a distant ocean that pledged safeguard for our promise.
An ocean that alas has become one we no longer recognize,
As surely as we no longer recognize our dreams.
An ocean that scattered our precious promise farther than we deigned to fathom.
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