Wild Child
John Clare Stokes
After Yeats the Stolen Child
By the bank beneath the broken sign
By the boat beside the fishing dock
There ran the wild child by the shore
The wild child that mother forgot
By the lodge lounging at the bar
By the downing of another shot
There ran the wild child by the door
The wild child that father forgot
By the asphalt cracked unmarked
By the dumpster beside this lot
There ran the wild child by the parked
The wild child that brother forgot
By the time we called out for her
By the time she left our spot
There ran the wild child but a blur
The wild child that sister forgot.
By the tree stand by the Range
By the trail the creature was shot
There ran the wild child deranged
The wild child we all forgot.
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