Days Of Long Ago Poem by Heather Burns

Days Of Long Ago

Rating: 2.5


In the golden days of Autumn
Spring and summer
long ago
observation ever present
Winter time on coming
snow

Now matured all is mellow
time of leisure
we conceive
yet unable to remember
long ago days receive.














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Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons
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