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it was late august afternoon gleefully the sun glistened the birds performing all in tune i stopped and restfully listened cast my troubles far behind vacating turmoil brood internal it was my current state of mind believing youth to be eternal AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on March 4, 2020

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 3/8/2020 5:04:00 AM

I always thought youth was eternal until last May. Now I kind of know better, but I am still bucking it.

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/8/2020 6:29:00 AM

LOL Don't stop bucking it, Caren.

Julie Achilles

Date: 3/5/2020 5:55:00 AM

words that make one think- great philosophy- Regards, Julie

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/5/2020 7:19:00 AM

Thanks for your lovely visit and comment, Julie.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/4/2020 8:17:00 PM

You are the philosopher-princess lately.... I was wondering about that 'August' in the title. Cheers, Gershon

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/4/2020 8:30:00 PM

Thanks, Gershon. Why wait till spring!? LOL

Heidi Sands

Date: 3/4/2020 4:17:00 PM

This was a nice break for my mind. Lovely :)

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/4/2020 5:49:00 PM

Thanks for your lovely visit and comment, Heidi.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 3/4/2020 3:34:00 PM

ah, yes! didn't we all believe that? great poem, line - i love the way you've used rhyme...

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/4/2020 5:54:00 PM

Thanks for your lovely visit and compliment, Ilene.

Panagiota Romios

Date: 3/4/2020 3:25:00 PM

Youth is not eternal )) I remember being 7~ saying "I will never grow old."In a greater sense, I never have.! Meaning I have maintained my intellectual freedom and life choices. The body is another matter. Like flowers, we bloom, wither and one day,disappear to another form. Any way..your poem is well written and provokes thought. Panagiota xx

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/4/2020 6:30:00 PM

Thanks, Panagiota. As you have figured out, it's how we feel that counts. Thanks for your lovely visit and comment.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/4/2020 3:20:00 PM

hope and the desire to by young again, both spring eternal for ME. I remember August days sun worshiping. I don't do it any more. Miss those days though. Great reflective poem, Line.

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/4/2020 6:30:00 PM

Thanks for your most appreciated visit and comment, Andrea.