I climbed that wall,
I came this far
To find your closed gate.
But, I came to visit your garden
And eat the cherries like we did each day.
Climbing atop your backyard tree,
You carefully making two equal heap
And then we ran around
Or played hide and seek
And like everyday, I came again to play
I rang your Bell
And then ran to hide behind the cherry tree
Only to my distress, I did see
You had found a new friend to play with
Eating my share of the cherries.
I began writing this poem in a very different way and I ended up writing something I didn’t even have in mind and as Robert Frost said..” A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness,a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression;an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion finds the thought and the thought finds the words.”