Meditation: On Childhood Summers

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In celebration of the childhood summers thread, and in honor of skinned knees and freckles everywhere, here's the first stanza of Dylan Thomas' Fern Hill:


Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
     The night above the dingle starry,
          Time let me hail and climb
     Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
          Trail with daisies and barley
     Down the rivers of the windfall light.

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photo credit: Angela McDonald

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