A Poet's Rue

I remember as a young boy Sitting on top Mount Parnassus Consumed in writing I enjoyed. Mostly poetry to express At the time my innermost thoughts While below my childhood playmates Romped and played and most often fought. And myself trying to translate Feelings into coherent thought And writing them down on paper I recollect those times that taught Self- discipline behavior Yet if I lived it all again I would be one of those children.