mother poem

gaily through the fields we danced
and my name is truthful
long ago, in the young moonlight
listen to the sounding sea
over the river, on the hill
when the wind works against us in the dark
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
quietly, with reverance, in awe
there's one that i once loved so much
i saw the first pear
i stood by the open casement