Young minds

Down on the Ashcott plot
Where the black peat mountains ran
And the rivulets and trenches
Were our playground
Then and there lazing in the sun
The care free day's long span
The adventure and biology
Of every fascinating plant
Sundew and sphagnam moss

The cupboard amplifying a musical box
The rows of books on Maths
And intrigue in Science
Like another world
I wanted to be you
To be there in the calculation
In the escape equation

My own escape velocity
Accounted to be pulled
Away from mother earth
Or father moon
Or the other way around
I wanted to explore space with you

Outer space of our minds
Of the blackhole, of quartz in electric radios
Of microphone and transitor circuits
But you broke the connection