Yesteryear

The vast open farms of youth,
where horizons were clear
and bush trails led to secret hideouts.
We lived in treehouses or
spent weekends on the riverbank;
sometimes we slept in caves.

In the city's concrete jungle
one effectively loses your habitat.
Your apartment is a shelter of solitude
to remember the widenesses of yesteryear.

Pieter Odendaal
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/25/2020

Poet's note: The joy of youth
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