I remember the days
When dandelions
Entrusted with wishes
Danced above summer fields

I remember the days
When dandelions
Entrusted with wishes
Danced above summer fields

Year by year, season by season, day by day
quietly in the memories of children. . .dandelions.
Drifting in peaceful slumber . . .
tiny whispered wishes, two or three.

Edited post, Tiny Whispered Wishes, 4 September 2017.

Year by year, season by season, day by day
quietly in the memories of children I live.
In my sleeves, drifting in peaceful slumber
tiny whispered wishes, two or three.

I remember the days
When dandelions
Entrusted with wishes
Danced above summer fields


Nostalgia To glimpse old abandoned barns that dot county roads often awaken memories of a childhood filled with the freedom to roam from dawn to dusk without a morsel of worry.
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