The Pond
Peace such peace
by that old pond
of mine,
many years ago
would dream my
cares away,
for hours on end
had my first kiss
while sitting by
that old pond
we made plans
of what would
never be. The
old pond is
dried up, as
my memories
are beginning to
dry up, but
the memory from
that old pond
will linger on
for all ages.
wrote 3-29-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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