Sestina - last draft

Childhood fades to that faraway place
where blue skies framed an endless joyful sun
that warmed the spirit and nurtured growth
of small bodies eager for the living
when laughter tinkled as crystals in the breeze
in an anthem of spontaneous expression.

We seek once more that free expression
that binds us firmly to that place
years pass as candles snuffed by the breeze
clouds moving across the face of the sun;
birthdays part of the mystery of living
notched on door frames in a to measure of our growth.

But would there be excitement at that growth
or a frown overshadow joyous expression
if we saw in advance the truth about living
and understood more about time and place,
would we dance so freely in the sun
if we knew how fleeting was the breeze.

For each life stage passes with the breeze
that feathers every seasons' growth
from winter darkness to summer sun
a metaphor for all expression
as we move to each new place
marking the phases of the living.

And as we celebrate the living
carried forth on endless breeze
be happy in each special place
that mark the milestones of our growth
the changing vista of expression 
beneath the guard of a watchful sun.

For each day we spend beneath the sun
we need take  time to feel the living
for childhood is but a brief expression
of the changing direction of the breeze;
short days and years that count our growth
across the transience of place.

Now I understand my place, under an older sun
each age of growth essential to living
I pass by on the breeze, content in expression.

Sestina - 2nd draft

Childhood fades to that faraway place

where blue skies framed a joyful sun
that fed warmed the spirit and nurtured growth
of small bodies eager for the living
when laughter tinkled like as crystals in the breeze
in an anthem of spontaneous expression.

We try to regain seek once more that free expression
that binds us firmly to that place
years pass as candles snuffed by the breeze
clouds moving across the face of the sun;
birthdays part of the mystery of living
notched on door frames marking  our in a measure of growth.

But would there be excitement at that growth
or a frowns overshadow joyous expression
if we saw in advance the truth about the living
and understood more about time and place
would we dance so freely in the sun
if we knew how fleeting was the breeze.

For each life stage passes with the breeze
that feathers every seasons' growth
from winter darkness to summer sun
a metaphor for all expression
as we move to each new place
to mark marking the phases of the living.

And as we celebrate the living
carried forth on endless breeze
appreciate be happy in each special place
that mark the milestones of our growth
the changing vista of expression
beneath the guard of a watchful sun.

For every each day we spend beneath the sun
we need need to take joy in time to feel the living
our childhood is but just a brief expression
of the changing direction of the breeze
the short days and years that count our growth
across the transience of place.

Now I've found I understand my place, under the an older sun
each age of growth essential to living
I pass by on the breeze, content in expression.

1st draft Sestina - 1 - 6 stanzas + tercet

Childhood fades to that faraway place
where blue skies frame a joyful sun
that fed the spirit and nurtured growth
of small bodies eager for the living
when laughter tinkled like crystals in the breeze
in an anthem of spontaneous expression.

We try to regain that free expression
that binds us firmly to that place
years pass as candles snuffed by the breeze
clouds moving across the face of the sun;
birthdays part of the mystery of living
notched on door frames marking our growth.

But would there be excitement at that growth
or frowns overshadow joyous expression
if we saw in advance truth about the living
and understood more about time and place
would we dance so freely in the sun
if we knew how fleeting was the breeze.

For each life stage passes with the breeze

that feathers every seasons' growth

from winter darkness to summer sun

a metaphor for all expression

as we move to each new place

to mark the phases of the living.

And as we celebrate the living

carried forth on endless breeze

appreciate each special place

that mark the milestones of our growth

the changing vista of expression 
beneath the guard of a watchful sun.

For every day we spend beneath the sun

we need to take joy in the living

childhood is but a brief expression

of the changing direction of the breeze

the days and years that count our growth

across the transience of place.

Now I've found my place, under the sun
each age of growth essential to living
I pass by on the breeze, content in expression.

1st draft Sestina - 1 - 6 stanzas

Childhood fades to that faraway place
where blue skies frame a joyful sun
that fed the spirit and nurtured growth
of small bodies eager for the living
when laughter tinkled like crystals in the breeze
in an anthem of spontaneous expression.

We try to regain that free expression
that binds us firmly to that place
years pass as candles snuffed by the breeze
clouds moving across the face of the sun;
birthdays part of the mystery of living
notched on door frames marking our growth.

But would there be excitement at that growth
or frowns overshadow joyous expression
if we saw in advance truth about the living
and understood more about time and place
would we dance so freely in the sun
if we knew how fleeting was the breeze.

For each life stage passes with the breeze

that feathers every seasons' growth

from winter darkness to summer sun

a metaphor for all expression

as we move to each new place

to mark the phases of the living.

And as we celebrate the living

carried forth on endless breeze

appreciate each special place

that mark the milestones of our growth

the changing vista of expression 
beneath the guard of a watchful sun.

For every day we spend beneath the sun

we need to take joy in the living

childhood is but a brief expression

of the changing direction of the breeze

the days and years that count our growth

across the transience of place.

Sestina - 1st draft - 1 - 5 stanzas

Childhood fades to that faraway place
where blue skies frame a joyful sun
that fed the spirit and nurtured growth
of small bodies eager for the living
when laughter tinkled like crystals in the breeze
in an anthem of spontaneous expression.

We try to regain that free expression
that binds us firmly to that place
years pass as candles snuffed by the breeze
clouds moving across the face of the sun;
birthdays part of the mystery of living
notched on door frames marking our growth.

But would there be excitement at that growth
or frowns overshadow joyous expression
if we saw in advance truth about the living
and understood more about time and place
would we dance so freely in the sun
if we knew how fleeting was the breeze.

For each life stage passes with the breeze

that feathers every seasons' growth

from winter darkness to summer sun

a metaphor for all expression

as we move to each new place

to mark the phases of the living.

And as we celebrate the living

carried forth on endless breeze

appreciate each special place

that mark the milestones of our growth

the changing vista of expression 
beneath the guard of a watchful sun.

Sestina - 1st draft - 1st, 2nd, 3rd & 4th stanzas

Childhood fades to that faraway place
where blue skies frame a joyful sun
that fed the spirit and nurtured growth
of small bodies eager for the living
when laughter tinkled like crystals in the breeze
in an anthem of spontaneous expression.

We try to regain that free expression
that binds us firmly to that place
years pass as candles snuffed by the breeze
clouds moving across the face of the sun;
birthdays part of the mystery of living
notched on door frames marking our growth.

But would there be excitement at that growth
or frowns overshadow joyous expression
if we saw in advance truth about the living
and understood more about time and place
would we dance so freely in the sun
if we knew how fleeting was the breeze.

For each life stage passes with the breeze

that feathers every seasons' growth

from winter darkness to summer sun

a metaphor for all expression

as we move to each new place

to mark the phases of the living.

Sestina - 1st draft - 1st, 2nd & 3rd stanzas

Childhood fades to that faraway place
where blue skies frame a joyful sun
that fed the spirit and nurtured growth
of small bodies eager for the living
when laughter tinkled like crystals in the breeze
in an anthem of spontaneous expression.

We try to regain that free expression
that binds us firmly to that place
years pass as candles snuffed by the breeze
clouds moving across the face of the sun;
birthdays part of the mystery of living
notched on door frames marking our growth.


But would there be excitement at that growth
or frowns overshadow joyous expression
if we saw in advance truth about the living
and understood more about time and place
would we dance so freely in the sun
if we knew how fleeting was the breeze.

Sestina - 1st draft - 1st & 2nd stanzas

Childhood fades to that faraway place
where blue skies frame a joyful sun
that fed the spirit and nurtured growth
of small bodies eager for the living
when laughter tinkled like crystals in the breeze
in an anthem of spontaneous expression.

We try to regain that free expression
that binds us firmly to that place
years pass as candles snuffed by the breeze
clouds moving across the face of the sun;
birthdays part of the mystery of living
notched on door frames marking our growth.

My first Sestina - 1st draft - 1st stanza

Childhood fades to that far away place
where blue skies framed a joyful sun
that fed the spirit and nurtured growth
of small bodies eager for the living
where laughter tinkled like crystal in the breeze;
an anthem of spontaneous expression.