My Living Sister
That place where memories linger
beyond the towering pines
Where a limb held swing
Once tethered on higher hopes
That stretched the ropes
On laughter that knew no bounds
That place where memories linger
Just there beyond the pines
And on that minute past,
when all of light turn dark alas
And time and weather hungered ever
That wood and rope
could not last
But out such things did
a goodness hold
on laughter swung out
fearless, bold
higher, ever higher!
to time and weather
That place where memories linger
Just there beyond the pines -
Copyright © Abel Olivencia | Year Posted 2014
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