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Read Poems by Steven Mossburg

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Scenes of Yesterday

Remember the days of long ago
When we would sit and dream?
We'd rock upon our summer porch
And eat our own ice cream.
We'd watch the birds hop and play
And we'd listen to the trees.
Sometimes, we'd just close our eyes
And feel the gentle breeze.

Remember the summer nights
When the stars would shine so bright?
The crickets would sing their noisy song
Until the morning light.

We'd walk along the garden path
Underneath the moon.
And we'd listen to the lonely owl
Hoot his eerie tune.

The days of long ago
Have quickly slipped away.
Now all that's left are memories
Scenes of yesterday.

(Days of Long Ago - revisited)

Copyright © Steven Mossburg | Year Posted 2015


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  1. Date: 10/2/2015 10:50:00 AM

    Steven, the beauty of today is remembering yesterday, this is deep. The imagery paints a sad picture... LINDA