Those Wonderful Days Of Last, Our Past! - Poem by Michael Gale
Showers onto the flowers all about the very
colorful garden with variety's galore!
These clouds do pour the water galore, which
makes them all do grow and multiply some more.
These seeds spread out and reach up towards
the Sun...Kites drift into the wind, just
riding the drafts so ever more profound!
Those young soul's of children, who smile and
play...With those kites into the wind, wins
their final happy hearts on that fine, fun Sunny day!
Ahh! to grow up, way too fast...We tend to
wish, those days would last!
Michael Jeffrey Gale
Comments about Those Wonderful Days Of Last, Our Past! by Michael Gale
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You