father poem

all down the years
music i heard with you was more than music
a pen of steel
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
in halls of sleep you wandered by
by the rude bridge
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
storm
since i have felt the sense of death
simply speaking
out of the window a sea of green trees
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
this is the song of youth
sweet and strong