child poetry

now while my lips are living
my soul is a dark ploughed field
a few more windy days
daughters of time
when i was broke in london
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
as evening falls
when i go back to earth
earth travails
when a deed is done for freedom
he's gone
it was a tall young oysterman
gingham dog and the calico cat
the old west, the old time