by Tibba Stoutfoot I remember the first time The day that we met. When I came to your clearing, Oh dear, was I wet! With your arms so inviting I nestled in them. All that rain became pretty - A bond was forged then. I remember times after, The years while I grew, The hours of laughing Spent playing with you. Not a care in the whole world, A wonderful time. I was glad that I'd met you Such joy was then mine. I remember the first time I brought you my love. All the hours spent talking, Secured from above. As we sat hand in hand there Your bough as our tent, I'd say this was most precious: This sense of content. I remember the day when I came full of tears. When I had no idea how To face the come years. But the loss in time faded, New life comes from end. Through the times till I saw this You were a good friend. I remember these past times. My way I did make. As a sign of remembrance A leaf I then take. But when turning it over, A moment I pause. Will this fade into nothing? Be gone when I pass? I remember ... ... What is this? Do movement I see? And I peer up more closely... A lad's in the tree! As I watch him swing joyful, He shouts out his glee; And I turn back home smiling. This lad -- He'll remember thee. |
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