Sentiment on Valley View
Across the old woods
The path mimics the old stream flows
That have enticed so many childhoods
And, my soul cannot resist; it goes
Where the lush trees cover the hill
And calls the chants of the whippoorwill
To a secret place where unicorns fly
Along the rainbow’s arc
As my voice sings out and my heart sighs
For all that is there is my youthful heart
That keeps safe my imagination’s play
With my special friends to return my way!
Where has my green forest gone?
Instead, now only forms made from their lumber.
As I stand alone on this asphalt path; wishing dawn’s
Magic to re-awaken my familiar from its slumber -
I wonder, when did we become so old -
It cannot be told.
Painting by: Emily Calvillo
