teen poems

gaily through the fields we danced
in the cloud-gray mornings
the pale day drowses on the western steep
thoughts through my head
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
tripping up, falling down
when a deed is done for freedom
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
there is an hour of peaceful rest
i said, i have shut my heart
city that is not a city
i went up and down the streets
gone before us
when i was broke in london