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|THINKING OF DAYS PAST|
Some times I dream of days that are long past
Like clouds that shift and do not last.
The fleeting days are here and gone
Like words that made a beautiful song.
Like the greening grass that comes with spring
And turns to brown on winter's wing.
Like robins hopping across the lawn
And chirping only a robin's song.
Like trees that in the springtime bear
The budding leaves that are sprouting there.
Like the crops that are sown in springtime days,
Later comes the crops of corn, soy beans and hay.
All these things that I oft times see
Looking around me they surely please me.
Like creeks that sparkle like the dew,
Like long lost friends that come in view
with the happy days when old friends meet,
Such wonderful times are hard to beat!
Oris M. Gentry
November 8, 1994