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Memories of My Youth

I walk with willing feet up the mountain
to an old cabin. At last, it appears!
Hearing sounds of the covert spring fountain
brings rushing memories of the last years.

Flowers in the garden bower still bloom.
Yellow leaves, or none, or few, do still fall.
Days are brief, flocks of starlings and rooks loom
above migrating in the midst of all.

While it holds memories of my poor youth;
I can still hear faint sounds of long ago.
Oh, pleasant times long since, at times they sooth,
when I was rather young, I loved it so.

Autumn; around cozy gold ember glow.
A mountain cabin all covered with snow.


9/30/2018
 

Poetry Contest: Give Me Your Best New Poem' 
Sponsored By:Emile Pinet


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Date: 10/19/2019 5:04:00 PM
Nice to see this poem rewarded in Emile's contest, congrats Eve, it was nice to read this again!
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Date: 10/19/2019 1:32:00 PM
Congratulations Eve! Your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest. This contest was very tough to judge, for I was very strict, well done my friend, Emile.
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Date: 10/2/2019 9:28:00 AM
Great entry my friend...sure to place high Eve...hope all is well...bol...^WW^ :o)
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Date: 10/1/2019 9:11:00 AM
beautifully expressed sweet Eve, john will love this- rhythm and rhyme are great too, good luck :)-luloo
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Date: 10/1/2019 7:25:00 AM
A beautifully crafted sonnet for the contest Eve. The picture you create is enchanting and colorful. Best wishes in the contest
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Date: 10/1/2019 3:52:00 AM
Lovely sonnet Eve. I could never write like you. Best for a win. Hugs.
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Date: 10/1/2019 12:38:00 AM
The imagery in this sonnet is brilliant Eve, really enjoyed it. Good luck. Tom
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