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| Serenades
The tree frog's song on the evening air, Brings an early Spring again. As memories of those who once were young, Are calling just to him. They take his soul to times before, On the edge of a meadow there. With a friend he'd found to tag along, Wasting time without a care. They explored the streams and hills together, With youthful wonderous smiles. Caught trout together on hidden lakes, Back-packed through forrested miles. They'd sit by the river bank under a tree, Just listening to the geese going by. And I still hear the geese and return to the river, Overhead the branches just sigh. Here a true friend..knowing his heart, Living life as it only should be. From a Patriot family..knowing somehow, A battle to set us all free. Two boys quickly grew, now flew off to a war, The serenade silence is heard. The notes cut short of the tree frog's song, With a simple dying word. "Remember" was the word he said to me, With a tear that glazed his eye. And I'll never forget the tree frog's song, Now, not a song..but a cry! The 11bravo |
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