Finally finished a piece which I have been working on for quite some time. It has a LOT of memories and  thoughts and observations in it….mostly having to do with my son and his youth and growing up….a friend remarked that it reminded him of a line in a poem by Wordsworth…”shades of the prison house begin to close about the growing boy…” which is from Wordsworth’s “Ode: Intimations of Immortality”.