Across the rolling springtime hill
In grande array the sunshine spill
Of golden heads address the sky
With floral perfume rising high;
I gaze across the fields in bloom
How sweetly they erase the gloom
Of winter frost now losing ground
Their golden carpet all around;
And with each fragrant breath I take
Sweet memories flow in the wake
Of long lost love in younger days
A haunting melody still plays
Reminding me of days gone by
When love was bold and so was I
When passion burned within my heart
Although I knew one day we’d part;
Yet still each spring I rise anew
From winter’s sleep in time to view
The rolling hills in golden bloom
Sweet inspiration fills my plume
For I have much that’s left unsaid
And much to write before I’m dead
Forever shall my thoughts still sing
As lovely as the golden spring.
1/25/2008
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