When taking my evening walk; you came to me in thought.
The spring air seems to make forget
the present with just a blink of my eye.
It seems that the past becomes alive my soul has cried
many times in the past thinking about 1989.
As we all know time always marches on
It’s hard to except our children
are now 21 and 20,18 and 14 last but not least.
When the walks seem long, as sometimes they do.
The beauty of nature with its flowering tree
just gives me a peace that time is a special gift.
Though I do not text and say (hi) that does not mean
that you do not visit my mind.
Copyright C Susan Wall 5-1-2014
Thoughts from a walk! Inspiration can arise from anything. Nicely done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Poet, A nostalgic traverse in tune with the 'silent sylvan historian'. pulses unnumbered have drummed healthy tunes within the fleshy castle built on bone structure... still, time keep praising the very existence of the guarding soul... yes, thats what made you contemplate still profound. rgds and love