Childhood III
PETER SCHICKELE
In the woods there is a bird
His song stops you and makes you blush
There is a clock that never strikes
There is a swamp with a nest of white beasts
There is a cathedral that goes down
And a lake that comes up
There is a little carriage
Abandoned in the copse
Or that goes running down
The road beribboned
There is a troupe of
Strolling players in costume
Glimpsed on the road through the
Border of the woods
And then, when you are hungry and thirsty
There's someone who chases you away