Daydream of Yesterday
re-post inspired by MRose contest
Sitting here,into my daydream
drift meadows of stooked-up sheaves,
midst close growing clover,
in wind and rain toppling over.Catching
minnows with jar and net, in streams
where pooh-sticks once were raced ,
each, slip into memory's embrace;
Exploring fields across that brook;
studying in nature's real-time book;
Childhood that ebbed away on sunlit seas
return on the breeze in an eerie dayspring
light. All my yesterday's glow so bright
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
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