When I Was A Boy In Illinois

December 16th, 2009

(Villanelle)

When I was a boy in Illinois,
The clover would blow–a purple flow–
In Illinois, when I was a boy.
The scenes I’d enjoy time can’t destroy,
As to school I’d go, at dawn’s first glow,
When I was a boy in Illinois.
My sled I’d employ (my fav’rite toy),
And the tracks would show in soft, deep snow,
In Illinois, when I was a boy.
My mother’s joy suffered no alloy;
She’d sing and sew when the lights were low
When I was a boy in Illinois.
I’d oft deploy through the woods, annoy
The river’s flow, as a boat I’d row,
In Illinois, when I was a boy.
Time cannot destroy, nor mar, nor cloy,
Fond memory’s glow, from so long ago
When I was a boy in Illinois . . .
In Illinois . . . when I was a boy.

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