Today I saw a man <br />who was, <br />just yesterday a boy <br />with whom I had played. <br /> <br />and he spoke within my youthful ear <br />of how he was going away- <br />to catch the sun <br />and her many calico horizons. <br /> <br />and though I felt to mourn <br />I spoke instead, in gentle tongue: <br /> <br />' Father, will you be gone long? '<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-greater-horizon/
