In the golden days of Autumn
Spring and summer
long ago
observation ever present
Winter time on coming
snow
Now matured all is mellow
time of leisure
we conceive
yet unable to remember
long ago days receive.
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Heather Burns
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-of-long-ago/
