Today I saw a man
who was,
just yesterday a boy
with whom I had played.
and he spoke within my youthful ear
of how he was going away-
to catch the sun
and her many calico horizons.
and though I felt to mourn
I spoke instead, in gentle tongue:
' Father, will you be gone long? '
Amberlee Carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-greater-horizon/
