Act I

I had it all as a child

Kittens, horses, and I ran wild

Chickens, willows, guineas and streams

Ice jams and fruit jams and beavers and breeze

I had loving and fun family at dinners

Home baked filled rolls, desserts and critters

I had wide open skies and freedom all day

When I reached a ripe age, I was drawn far away.

Imagine a white grape on a level wood table

Rolling off boldly, too close to the edge 

Of what people wanted and what they would dread.

Kelly Write Away