Remembering My Youth in Middle Earth We got deep-rooted in the woods, more than imagination knew existed--like vast neighborhoods of myth too outlandish to be true. There should have been a country road to interrupt our episode turned wild. But none disturbed the trees, just trails to tread or later crawl, --in single file, on troubled knees. That's when we came upon a wall: the ruins of a stone foundation from early times--some long lost nation-- exhibiting through undergrowth geometries of ancient ways that reckoned with this wistful oath: I’ll always grieve those grass-green days. ..................................... copyright Greg Perry 2003