I Forgot To Remember To Forget

When moonlight does fade and morning is at its best, basking in the sunlight that peeps above the crest. When rainbows flirt with meadow then aimlessly drifts away, sprinkling silver droplets to dampen newly mowed hay. When rolling clouds descend then linger within the valley, with grey stone walls to blend In main street and murky alley. When summer sunset expires begins to wane, turns to rust, many cloudless days to ponder before pasture mutates to dust. These memories have followed me through days honest and true, an era gone, yet a moment to share this vision with you. “My mind belongs to yesterday of that I have no regret, just like playing an old ‘78’ rpm record I forgot to remember to forget!” © Harry J Horsman 2010