heydays of his eyes Time allowed him to live freely and joyfully He climbed trees He ran in the meadows He felt the beauty of life The farm was his world of joy and discovery Childhood here is full of laughter play and love The Child as the Prince of Nature The young Dylan Thomas feels like a prince in his little world He proudly says I was prince of the apple towns The fields wagons and barns were his kingdom The foxes pheasants calves and horses were his loyal friends The child and nature are one At Fern Hill Farm he lived close to the animals rivers and sunlight He says The sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams Even nature seemed holy to him The whole farm glowed with peace and harmony His childhood was a royal and sacred time The Magical World of Day and Night Childhood for Dylan Thomas is also full of wonder The days were bright and the nights were full of dreams During the day he played among the tall hay and sang in the sunlight At night the stars watched over him This shows the magical imagination of a child The world of Fern Hill was alive and full of music Everything the moon owls and nightjars became part of his dreamlike happiness The Divine Beauty of Childhood Dylan Thomas compares his childhood mornings to the creation of the world He says It was Adam and maiden The sky gathered again The farm looked like paradise The light the dew and the sun made everything pure and shining He felt as if God had just created the world again At Fern Hill Farm childhood becomes holy like the first morning of the world His innocence and nature s freshness create a picture of divine beauty The Loss of Childhood and the Power of Memory In the last stanza the poet realizes that this golden time could not last forever Time which once felt kind becomes powerful He says Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea Childhood slowly fades and the boy becomes a man Yet he still remembers those days with love and gratitude Time may take away youth but memory keeps it alive The song of his childhood continues in his heart In Fern Hill Dylan Thomas paints childhood as a bright world of joy and innocence At Fern Hill Farm surrounded by nature and love the child lives freely Time ends his youth but its golden memory lives forever