A Child's Remembering

Chimes, ago in 'Gortnamona',
Nimbly gone bold ding dong.
Pummelled in my brains, bespoked.
They burrow now and still.
Playing then and playing now
Mobile-notioned ladders,
I climb up and slitter back
My very chastened chiming.
Baby then but fifteen months,
I chance home often there.
Never physically to return,
My new home, a farm elsewhere
But back I go and dwell awhile,
Cosy kitchen in Rathgowan,
The wallpaper basket-woven,
The presses painted green.
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