Sitting on my
backyard swing,
I'm listening to
the sacred wind...
It whispers tales,
of way back when..
When life was sweet
Yes, way back then...
The wind it stirs my
friendships past ..
Where have they gone?
Why didn't they last? ..
The roads we traveled
in our younger years..
The whispering winds,
It kept our tears..
Winds of time with
winds of change..
Winds recalling each
weathered page..
I call your names,
each one out loud..
No one answers
behind the shroud..
The wind it stirs
the distant times ..
Recalling memories
with each clamoring
chime..
I miss you friend,
you're far away..
I'll whisper a prayer,
It's on the way ..
Patsy McNutt Morgan
03/27/14
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