In the feathered touch of the mountain breeze, the gentle sway of the aspen trees.
In the words I whisper while on my knees, your memory sings in all of these.
In the warming glow of the midday sun, the sound of children having fun.
The thud of horses as they run, the song you sing is not yet done.
In the reddish glow of the evening light, the quiet shadows approaching night.
In the distant mountains awesome might, the song you sing a floating kite.
In the blanket of stars that fill the sky, the eerie sound of the warblers cry.
In the black of night I wonder why, I hear your song and long to fly.
Jessica Gulley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-memory-sings-in-all-of-these/
