Wednesday, July 9, 2014

The Minute Poem: Simple Things

The Minute Poem:  
Simple Things

Memories of crisp cool air
Now you are there
Autumn blooms
How the past looms

Forest visitors came to call
Feed time for all
Return each day
With names to say 

At the time it seemed rather stale
Now just a tale
It is yet gone
But still lives on.

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