NOTHING IS LOST

From rock perch

high on a green-grown hill

we saw Ohio

as green-hued as we

and all below the velvet green valley

holding golden river’s water twist

and distant bridges, sky-girded,

winging silver against the blue.

We felt the gentle wind sing:

…….follow

………………follow

………………………….follow

Where? But we could not know where

or when or if ever.

There lay the magic.

…….follow

………………follow

………………………….follow

Song of a long ago summer’s day.

But nothing is lost;

Childhood dreams remain

forever remembered

forever unblemished.