John A. Hammond

(Woore, Crewe, UK)

You Will Remember

The mists of a summer ending,
A tree where the last bird sings,
The day and the night hours blending,
You will remember these things;
Slow spirals of smoke from the burning
Of dead leaves under the wall,
And hope, from ambition turning,
After it all. The spirit of a soundless treading,
worn steps where stray moonbeams fell,

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