Monday, August 23, 2021

Sentiment on Valley View

 






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




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