Picture Of The Past Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Picture Of The Past



Often, too often I recall back the beauty of past childhood days,
The wandering in early summer morning against raising sun in wild fields all alone
There I heard the free birds singing; calling their friends in pert and nimble fun plays
Even now at this moment in my ears echoes their song; a yearning feeling of forlorn


Around me were the echoing yellow wheat fields being combed by the wind, beyond me
The magnificent citrus orchards with rich lush foliage as the sea
I may go thru whatever transformation; pass through death and ages in my quest to be
Once more in the air with the scent of these citrus trees


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Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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