A temporal vision

A temporal vision
That's what I had
When I was a child
I walked not as a struggling little lad,
But as natures little lord;
Dreaming of becoming a full-grown man.
Wandering tall, and wistfully
Wild and mad, hand in hand,
Ghost like across the emerald land,
Through a wall of fog
Tracing the wind back to its iron clay-root
To the core of a cave in the mouth of a cavern
To the dank-dark smells of England's
Thorn and fire!
Green-oaks tall as a bluebells spire!
Yews soft scented with slow growing desire
Temporal, visions!
A fox a hare a nightingales stare!
The spleen of a river cutting through stone-
Sky and air!
Bringing mouth watering joys of unspoilt care
In an old country lane
Where a highway or train
Disturbs the one remnant kingly stoat
A stickleback in its watery throat
Electrical in her belly of light
Where the owl flicker of a woodland-night!
Seethes in the silence
With earth roaring nerves.
Temporal as a winter frost
Temporal with the joys
Of a childhood, lost!