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A PERFECT MOMENT IN TIME
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FIELDS OF HEATHER
The day was so perfect
a breeze gently blowing
tossing my hair.
the sky a soft blue
not a cloud in sight.
As I approached the
meadows
an old swing came into
view,
still hanging just like
new.
I recall small children
pickling clovers
making love-me,
love-me-not chains.
Catching fire-flies in
the evening
using their lighters
for diamond rings,
how they did sparkle
with childhood dreams.
Oh!. to return to that
perfect moment in time
would be so divine.
(c) copyright heather burns
This is a very aesthetic
This is a very aesthetic evocative poem H, very lovely in memories and thoughts of our childhood. I agree with you, those perfect moments of our yesterdays are hard to forget.
Sweet memories, I like this
Sweet memories, I like this very much.