The sky had just begun
Swifts and swallows were the clouds
Those days when I was young.
Trees touched the edge of heaven
Corn shone like golden sun
Grass hoppers clicked, crickets whirred
Those days when I was young.
Bowers made from wild flowers
Couches honeysuckle slung
Kiss the girls in secret dens
Those days when I was young.
Let me return just one more time
Set foot upon the upward rung
To taste again sweet innocence
Those days when I was young.
Beautiful. You need to plan another birthday bash to keep yourself feeling young. After all those things can still happen if you just do it.
ReplyDeleteLoved this very much, John. You do have a way with words!
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