Prodigy Come Home

Too far away for me to say is this
Young fellow; my eyesight becomes a bit
Dim in the sun, which he does eclipse. Bliss
Overtake me! for I see a young wit
Coming through those tall stalks of glittering
Wheat! And by golly he's got new shoes on
His feet! What a surprise to see that ring
Again, that I durst not swear to see. Wan
Was the day when I last saw it's like, Spring
Was in the air when he left; up and gone
Like a glimmering sprite! Some leprechaun
With his pot of gold, off to buy his fame!
Now here he comes fast, and I go anon;
Lost his money, but I love him the same.

                    Prodigy Come Home, (c) Luke Bennette, July 2012