My Lamb White Days

I wrote this poem as a tribute to my Welsh poetry idol, Dylan Thomas. I used one of his phrases and wrote a poem around it, in a rather bucolic memory of a childhood that really never existed. But elements of it did. At least, in my soul, it did.

In My Lamb White Days
Christopher Bogart

Light and lithe
Through great cotton mounds
Of fleecy white clouds,
I glide past the green ground
In my lamb white ways.

My energy flows
Like the raging of rivers,
Their rivulets running
Down streams that are coursing,
Clear water awashing,
On to virgin shores.

I spin on the axis
Of the great green earth’s rising
In maddening cacophony,
Clambering and climbing,
Clanging and chiming
From songbooks now yellowed
Of tunes half-remembered
To an age now- forgotten -
My lamb white days.