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Though Dreams are Dim and Distant

"Remembering the place where young lovers met"

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(Note: This poem was written many years ago and recently found)

Though dreams are dim and distant I remember:

Across the field the swallows swept the grain,

And Autumn on the hillside lay to slumber,

While shadows browsed like cattle ‘til evening came.

And when the sun set low behind the grove,

And the early evening air was still and somber,

My mind to other days began to rove.

I loved the way the setting sun would shine.

And I could hear the crickets through the timber

And smell the cedar mingle with the pine.

That day is far away but I remember.

So often we had walked there together,

And watched the clouds sail off so bright with summer,

Then quiet, we would lie and touch each other.

Those were happy days as I remember.

I loved that place as if it were my own,

But now I know that place would only cumber.

I could not bear to walk that path again and be alone.

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Written by Sisyphus
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