Portraits Poetry Series #27: In the Land of Milk and Honey

Portraits Series


We played here long ago

in the days of innocence.

The stillness of the afternoon

sang with our merriment.

We caught tadpoles

poked sticks in the sand

and dreamed of life’s masquerade.

Who would we be?

Who would we marry?

Many a tale we wove.

A curtsy and a bow –

was our life’s journey.

It was quick and sweet

and then true adventure

called to our hearts.

In the glory of our youth

we scaled mountains

in the hills

beside the barn.

Forlorn wanderers –

the hayloft was our respite,

. . . our salvation.

We traversed great oceans

fought all manners of beast

in the quiet pond

out behind the barn

our worn bodies

lay upon the deck,

boat creaking in the waves.

There, we had almost

been beaten

by the tempest,

but fortunately,

we rowed to safer land.

Back then –

our dreams were laid

in the land of milk and honey,

but all such things

shall come to pass.

We outgrow our skin

and life calls impatiently

we grow –

we outgrow



© Sumyanna 2016


2 Comments Add yours

  1. wow,i don’t know who to compare you with here because I am not so well read but this poem reads like a classic,greatest job Sum and the message it gives is outstanding,a marvel …love and hugs


    1. Sumyanna says:

      I don’t know – I saw a beautiful image with children on a dock near a pond. It just brought alive memories I did not have 🙂 The beauty of images!


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