-- The Sunny Slopes of Long Ago --
by John Herlihy
Cheers to the sunny slopes of long ago
Days now gone by that I no longer know
Winged hooves of the colt forever young
Birds awakening dawn with an ancient song
As spring always arrives, so must winter die
Smiles herald arrival, at leave-taking we cry
Sweet songs enduring for thousands of years
Entering our ears inducing smiles and tears
The years flow as a river by God’s command
I doubt that anyone of us can truly understand
Perhaps it is better to be quiet and keep still
Words bow to the chirping of a whippoorwill
When I saw her for the first time, so beautiful
All thought melted away, but my heart was full
The worst mistake I made was let her slip away
We don’t know until too late how much to pay
Hail and farewell to the sunny slopes of long ago
Days now gone by that I never did truly know
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Saturday 9 November 2024