Those Long Walks In the Quiet Backwoods

Those long walks in the quiet backwoods haven't faded from the vivid memory, and where once white oaks and elms waved and offered shade on summer days had a refreshing breeze which felt heavenly. Didn't you enjoy the strolls with your sweetheart laughing? Weren't they more memorable than smiles flashed for a reason, and looking straight up you saw among leaves a lonely robin warbling; was he mourning his lost mate never returning? Those long walks in the quiet backwoods were frequent and pleasant to the senses; and if they seemed eternal, it was only a wish longing for the longest day without a rush. We had a favorite spot where we explored our fantasies, and before we knew evening came with its purple dusk; we didn't want to leave, but remain in that realm of magic where all worries were forgotten and joys so lively, not brusk, renewed themself going wayward to meet the subduing shadows.