Requiem Of Bygone Time Poem by Christine K. Trease

Memories of gentle cool evenings in the
stately abode of my dreams
we climbed the steep hill to the farmhouse
and drank from the sparkling streams
ripples remembrance flows back in time a
place where I long to be
to grandpa's seclude in the country and his
noble old cottonwood tree

Years have now aged the countryside kissed
oft by morning dew
the scape forever changed by time bids all
a fond adieu
I hold to one request of life, my impish
hope still gleams
Cradle me in remembrances, and preserve my
childhood dreams.