Forgotten Time Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

FORGOTTEN TIME

Thankful for a forgotten time
Sound of rain on an old tin roof
The whinny of a welcoming colt
The sound of a galloping hoof.

The trickle of raindrops into a barrel
Quiet of a starlit Summer night
The sound of the crickets down in the glade
The Awe of a new dawn's light.

Walking in shallows at the beach
Bare feet on a warm dusty lane
Soft new grass where you sit in the shade
That sweet smell of coming rain.

The haunting call of a mother's cry
When her calf has strayed too far
The longing look up into the sky
At the brilliance of each new star.

Each little glimpse of my memories
Quickens these strings in my heart
Putting a song into life's refrain
As forgotten time does impart.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt


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