Younger Eyes
I watched the steam rise
Off of the sun-burnt road
While the forest dreamt
Of warm summer days
While the morning progressed
The silence was broken
By the chatter of chipmunks
And a matched set of gray squirrels
Playing tag
As they ran round and round
An old giant pine tree
That had fallen to the ground
I looked back over my childhood
And some magical memories
I carried with me
Fantasy-like recollections
That could only be seen
Through the eyes of a young child
But every so often
When the cool mornings
Touch my eyes
And a soft northwestern wind
Tumbles down the mountains
I can see the wild flowers
Shaking off the moist morning dew
And I remember the world
I once knew
With younger eyes
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