Watching A Honey Moon Rise Poem by Mark Heathcote

Fields of gold and silver shadow
You can taste on you tongue
Mm how I miss those days
When, I was young.

Watching a honey moon rise
Walking over the squelching kingcup ground
Mm listening to the bellowing mooing of cows
When, I was young.

The morning fog was lying like a spangled serpent
Coiling its self all around the town
Mm making everything shivery serpentine
When, I was young.

Ah, how I remember the dew dripping orchard
Starlings in a black wave cacophonous…
Mm flying in circles frenetic in the rain
When, I was young.

Ah and how I remember lissomely catching
Lightning fast miller's thumb fish
Mm in that brook when life was truly aimless
When, we were all young.
Oh don't you wish you were
All that young again
Mm watching a honey moon rise
When, we were young.

Gathering golden fluted daffodils
Gathering ancient woodland bluebells
Mm don't you wish to make dens again?
Dance with the meadow butterflies
Like when, we were young
When, we were all young
When, we were young
When, I was young mm.