What is halcyon?
Is it a laughing, splashing
Country creek,
Surrounded by grazing fields
Of contented cows?
Is it a sunny, balmy
Newport Beach,
Patrolled by fleets
Of white water craft?
It seems a foreign word,
Not of this world,
Yet possessed at one time long ago,
When we felt light,
And airy of mind.
We went to those places
To unwind.
Halcyon is missing days,
That are
No
More.
Yes, it's just such a beautiful word when you understand what it means. There was a time when there was less danger, and those days seem deliriously happy. Thanks for visiting.
Halcyon days of youth, those times of peace where we could do something without fear of any danger. A very lovely write, it brings back sweet memories of my past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happy days of laughter More that bread and water... Well done my friend!