VISTA HOME

From the top of
Thompson Ledge
looking down on
my house, barn,
and fields at home.
The one closer.

Thompson Ledge
Our refuge.
Our escape
from the troubles
escalating screaming
curses of parents
and endless work
at home.

We ran.
We skipped.
We climbed
to look beyond
our petty world
to look
into distances
beyond
and dream
of far-off places
and kind men,
gentle women,
only read about.

Our eyes reached
beyond mountains
into cities of
civility and
lawful sanity,
not knowing then
we dreamed.

We dreamed.
Vistas remain
and remind us
to keep
on dreaming.