Misplaced Poem by Steve Howard

Misplaced

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There was a time,
ago,
embraced,
when a woodland walk,
brought a state of grace.
Sun bright October,
the crisping morn,
the earth renewed,
the soul reborn.
Each day different,
each day new,
each with wondrous things to do.
Each a song that could be sung.
Sung forever,
forever young.
There was a time,
ago,
misplaced.

Saturday, April 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nostalgia
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Steve Howard

Steve Howard

North Carolina. USA
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