The Elysium Fields

First of two coupled poems

The young children sit
At the feet of the sage
Drink in the wisdom
The wisdom of age

The gifted are held
With soft loving hands
Their prophesies heard
Lend meaning to plans

The young men they dance
The young women to
They care not who couples
With whom and with who

In this bright land
There’s is nought to fear
The young and the old
Are joined far and near

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