Young, the man
Who’s seeking to belong
Brave, the spirit
Moved by nature’s song

Memories, echoes
Of a long forgotten place
Move, with passion
Power, strength and grace

Now, unsettled
By the harried throng
Tear-kissed cheek
The pain won’t last too long

Long, the shadows
Sun-drenched afternoon
Take heart
The moment will be over soon

Retrieve and own
The splendid power of youth
Be tempered by
Your own Eternal Truth

© Karen Scott 2016

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