Friday, January 20, 2012

Childhood: Reflection of Time Past

Painting and Verse Abe V Rotor

It is on pristine still water
On the face of a wide blue sky,
Climbing on trees and rocks up high
That we see ourselves in the hands of time;
Through the mist we see children
Of many years back with Mark Twain's
Finn and company
On a meandering river to the sea.
Who is fishing there? Ahoy!
Only the tingling chime answers;
The childhood in us throbs, throbs
With the sweet music of time past. ~

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