Upon a Pond

A Poem

A pond within a wood
I ventured to visit,
At its center I stood
Upon the arch that bridged it.

The water was as gold
With spring’s plenteous pollen,
As that of pools in tales foretold
Of the former Home of the Fallen.

Eden’s gate is guarded
By a cherub’s sword ablaze,
From there I am discarded;
Here I freely graze.

Knowledge, there, was hidden;
Here, the fruit is not forbidden.