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Across the Noisy Years
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With noiseless step sweet memory comes
and leads me gently through her twilight realms.
What poet’s tune has ever sung
or delicate pencil ever portrayed
the enchanting, sometimes shadowy land
where memory dwells?
It has valleys, cheerless, lone, and dreary
dark-shaded by the mournful cypress tree.
Yet, its sunlit mountain tops are bathed
in heavenly blue upon its rocky cliffs.
In the dreamy light of distant years
are clustered joys, serenity of other days.
Upon its gentle, sloping hillsides bend
the weeping willows stand over the sacred dust
of dearly departed ones.
I bound away across the noisy years
onto the utmost verge of memory’s land
where earth and sky in dreamy distance meet.
Wandering along the rolling years
I see the shadow of my former self
gliding from childhood to womanhood.
The path of life takes me through many valleys
and leads me over the summit where the sunbeams fall.
Though time can be relentless, and years go on by
I find myself surrounded by memory’s sweet lullaby.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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