Oh to lay my head again
Upon those pillows of past time
And cuddle to the sound sublime
Of youth's sweet falling midnight rain.
Oh to dream anew that walk
Through fields of option blossoms swinging
To the rhythm of my boyish singing
And my forward focused talk!
But neither nature or mankind's invention
Turns time's march to back from here or
Can dissuade it from intention
To progress, never rebound
As from a time-reflecting mirror
Making echo as 'twere sound.
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WBB 1933-2012 DRAWING from childhood snapshot
I am pleased to submit some of my husband's poems I found in a loose leaf notebook only a week or so ago. I had never seen them
before, but I am delighted that he left them. I want to share them with you. With love, annie
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