They gazed into the river,
Like forbidding monoliths of an uncompromising age.
Provoking the silence to speak.
….I wish it would rain, said Youth,
So I could be like a blade of grass, laden with dew.
I wish the moon would light my stars for me, said Greed.
I wish I could blow goodness with every breath of air,
Said Simplicity of Nature.
Youth’s clouds opened, and the fine dust
Shattered the image.
Why is my face distorted? asked Vanity.
Rain will fall,
The river will overflow,
And a new sea will open before it,
Unannounced,
Said Wisdom,wisely.
No one attempted to understand.
And Age had already fallen asleep.
[This is another poem I found which I wrote for the school magazine at the age of 16.]
Caro Field Author 
Ah this is brilliant!
Thank you for saying so!
Very beautiful Caro. Even at 16 you were talented!
Thank you!
Like the monoliths of Easter Island, this masterpiece withstands the test of time..and it reminds me of a time past, in the coffee houses of San Francisco in the late 50’s, where I spent the last years of my youth
Having memories jogged is a pleasure, isn’t it William? When I found this poem, I remembered the precise moment I wrote it!
Wonderful – amazing that you have kept them too.
My mother did, and when she died, each of us inherited a little box of clippings about us from my Dad that she had kept over the years!
Beautiful. I am not normally a poetry lover but your work really speaks to me. I was fascinated by the Easter Island monoliths as a child and loved to see this aspect of your 16 year old self.
Thanks Alana. The Easter Island monoliths are extraordinary, aren’t they?