“I never tried to reach… your Eden…”

I entered the gate,

Knowing not where I tread

My most fortunate fate

Still rings true in my head

Above the sun shone

Over grass covered hills

I felt most at home

Turned free of my ills

The air smelt of flowers

And of other sweet things

I could’ve stayed there for hours

Some joy it still brings

The skies were so clear

Not a cloud was in sight

This place knew no fear,

No death and no night.

I think I remember,

A sweet song in the air,

The time was September,

But the weather was fair.

The tree in my view,

Was red, orange, and gold

It was then that I knew

The happiness of old.

There was no one for miles,

If there was someone at all

For the first time I smile,

In many a fall.

I think if I needed

I’d search then I’d find

That this, place, this Eden,

Resides in my mind.

Andy Gibson is an eleventh-grade student a Central High School in St. Joseph, Mo.