Growing Up

Growing Up by Harry Behn

When I was seven
We went for a picnic
up to a magic
foresty place.
I knew there were tigers
Behind every boulder,
Though I didn’t meet one
Face to face.

When I was older
we went for a picnic
up to the very same
place as before,
and all of the trees
and the rocks were so little
They couldn’t hide tigers
Or me anymore.

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Growing Up

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