Many have passed this way before
And others will come along after
Memories fill the lonesome trail
Of joy, sorrow and laughter
We may never pass this way again
But our footprints will leave a mark
Of what was shared one day
By taking a walk on a lark
Conversations are caught in the trees
Hear them whispering their tales
Inside a gentle breeze
Children families and lovers
All seeking what lies beneath
Waiting to be discovered
Birds are singing small animals run
Sunlight shines through the leaves
A gentle brook is flowing
The peace is hard to believe
With all the sounds of nature
There’s a stillness in the air
Memories of all who have passed this way
The lonely trail has seen its share
About the Creator
Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is currently pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. She enjoys writing about current events, history and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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