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Childhood’s End

When we learned to see small things
We hadn’t imagined were there;
When we reached beyond our eyes
And touched distant things
And laid their spectral secrets bare;
When we tamed time,
Making hours of eons,
And could read the bones a different way,
And see our story in the Cambrian clay;
The cord of innocence then was cut from us,
Marking childhood’s end.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.