Long ago and faraway
From the world, here and now
I can recall a simpler day
Beside the willow’s bough
The beauty was, indeed, serene
The site was quite a treasure
The beauty was lovely and clean
Beyond what words could measure.
Long ago and faraway
Infinite hours removed
One glimpse toward a floral bouquet
Could leave my mind improved
The vibrant shades of pink and white
The softness, tied in lace
Would fill my soul with sheer delight
No one could e’er replace.
Long ago and faraway
From the present I see
I can recall a simpler day
Spent by the willow tree
A time when flowers, by design
Were a quaint work of art
When given by my Valentine
As a gift from his heart.
Faraway and long ago
Have now become the past
Yet, in fondness, my memories grow –
Each stronger than the last
So, I will keep the simpler days
Tucked closely to my core
Where each will rest in peace, always
As priceless as before.
© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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Edwin
I, too, find peace in nature. Thank you for this poem on memories.
Sheri
Ron
You're in my prayers - get to feeling better soon, 'hear? A beautiful poem you've shared this morning. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love from Burleson, your friend, Karen Lynn. :D
Coming from far away and long ago we can hear those rocks giving a sigh as they, thirsty, lick the offering as it goes by.
Georg
In Christs Love
Michelle~
These words are so beautiful. Thank you, Liz
Be always safe,
Karen