When I was young, the captain said,
I climbed the twisted cherry tree
And clutching branches, I was free
Until the tree was dry and dead.
When I was older and was strong
Three broken bridges under stars
Were blocked by giants thick with scars
And it was mine to right the wrong.
When I was old, the captain said,
I sat beside the whispering waves
And heard their talk of opened graves
And wandered back to sleep in bed.
Now I have seen the tree in flower
And crossed the bridges that were banned
And felt a breath, and felt a hand
It is the place, it is the hour.
Copyright Simon Banks 2012