Reflecting from my birthday: There were Green Fields

There were green fields out my window when I was a boy,‭
And through the years of time those green fields were‭
Never the same I did enjoy.‭

There were green fields out my window.‭
‬There were mountains there,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬outside my window
And throughout time I watch them from brown,‭ ‬to green,‭ ‬to mystery blue,‭ ‬tolling my fate from age through age these fields and mounts my will renew.‭

There were green fields out my window when I was a boy,‭
‬And now,‭ ‬through time and time I search,‭
‬Through those Windows looked a boy.‭

O time and mysteries of life profound take me A pupil to your throne,
Teach me the mysteries through which life has grown.‭ ‬There were green fields out my window when I was a boy,‭
‬And through them ran a boy,‭ ‬all praise to life and youth deploy.‭
Ride on,‭ ‬I‭ ‬ride on my sweet youth life like‭
‬To a river with a thimble I did go.‭

And,‭ ‬yesterday,‭ ‬today's prophylactic,‭ ‬armed me against‭
The future,‭ ‬for with my thimble,‭ ‬my joys will never overflow.‭

Ride on,‭ ‬ride on sweet youth,‭ ‬yesterdays are endless‭
‬As the sky.‭

Ride on,‭ ‬ride on sweet youth,‭ ‬life is a river to a thimble
As endless as it's dry.‭

O‭ ‬time and mysteries of life profound‭; ‬take me a Pupil to your throne‭;
Teach me,‭ ‬teach me,‭ ‬the mysteries through which life has grown.‭
There were green fields,‭ ‬there were green fields,‭ ‬When I did play.‭

I knew them well,‭ ‬I know them well‭; ‬were we not Born to joy from the same creator's clay‭?

We rise up,‭ ‬up off the earth we creepers struggle,‭ ‬
Tempering our skin against trampling feet.‭

Up,‭ ‬up,‭ ‬struggling to the sky,‭ ‬trampling feet we too Became for our creator we must meet.‭

Yes,‭ ‬we were green fields together when we were a boy.‭

‬And one for one we grew in cosmic symbiotic joy.‭

There were summer noons I recall,‭ ‬here in your arms,‭ ‬When we remembered reincarnations of when earth was new‭;
‬And there are summer nights too,‭
‬That I will never forget and the dark foreboding shadows you brought to view.‭

How,‭ ‬how,‭ ‬how‭ ‬could you,‭ ‬how could you make your best friend weep‭?

How,‭ ‬how,‭ ‬how could you,‭ ‬how‭ ‬could you bring your best friend to weep‭?

Would that you would ever lull me and pray my soul to be firm and upright as you‭
As‭ ‬it were wished to be when to you my umbilical cord was given that I should be firm and upright as you.‭ ‬Green fields,‭ ‬would that you would ever lull me That I may tell it:‭ ‬there were green fields out‭ ‬my‭ ‬Window when I was a boy.‭

O time and mysteries of life profound,

Take me a pupil to your throne,‭
Take me home,‭ ‬home into the window where I a boy Have grown so that I will now know‭ ‬what was not when‭
I‭ ‬was a boy‭; ‬yet was still growing,‭ ‬a disease of my human Inheritance that makes yesterday a thorn in my bed,‭ ‬today.‭

0‭ ‬time and mysteries profound,‭ ‬why is today a bed‭
And yesterday the thorns there-in that sedate my joys With woes and ritual spontaneities‭?

My today dawns a Pandora's box where the best that can has gone or may be again.‭
When I ‬was a boy‭ ‬...‭ ‬I was not young,‭ ‬...‭ ‬I dreamt dreams beyond my years,‭
Now I'm not a boy‭ ‬...‭ ‬I am young,‭ ‬and it’s a time Again nowhere‭ ‬...‭ ‬when I was a boy.
It was a time when joys were spontaneous,‭ ‬and hither And thither I search its a time again nowhere.‭

So how should I give thanks while I lay on my bed of woe That there were green fields out my window when I was a boy.‭


By KWASI Akyeampong‭©