On a Sunny Evening
On A Sunny Evening
On a purple sun-shot evening
Under wide-flowering chestnut trees
Upon the threshold full of dust
Yesterday, today, the days are all like these.
Trees flower forth in beauty,
Lovely, too, their very wood all gnarled and old
Into their crowns of green and gold.
The sun has made a veil of gold
So lovely that my body aches.
Above, the heavens shriek with blue
Convinced Ive smiled by some mistake.
The world's abloom and seem to smile.
I want to fly but where, how high?
If in bared wire, things can bloom
Why couldn't I? I will not die!
1994 Anonymous
Written by the children in Barracks L318 and L417
Age: 10-16 years
On a purple sun-shot evening
Under wide-flowering chestnut trees
Upon the threshold full of dust
Yesterday, today, the days are all like these.
Trees flower forth in beauty,
Lovely, too, their very wood all gnarled and old
Into their crowns of green and gold.
The sun has made a veil of gold
So lovely that my body aches.
Above, the heavens shriek with blue
Convinced Ive smiled by some mistake.
The world's abloom and seem to smile.
I want to fly but where, how high?
If in bared wire, things can bloom
Why couldn't I? I will not die!
1994 Anonymous
Written by the children in Barracks L318 and L417
Age: 10-16 years
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