Nostalgia Poem by Steve Howard
Nostalgia
I sit and smile in reverie,
of things that used to be.
Of woodlands wild, seen as a child,
of friends from long ago.
My heart goes back to the meadows,
to the hills I used to know.
To sunrise on the river,
the evening campfires glow.
My heart goes back to younger days,
as the sun is casting low,
as time would seem a rushing stream,
with me trapped in the flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 10:34:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nicely rhymed! A very good poem on life and time!
Thanks very much Ruta Mohapatra. I appreciate your kindness