Slowly I trudge across the lonely
goldenrod encrusted fields searching
for that wonderful feeling that
brightened the days of my childhood.
Across the verdant forest paths I trod
looking for that wondrous joy that
lit up my younger days.
I wade into the crystal blue waters
of the sparkling lake in search of
thise happier days and find that the
wondrous days of youth have sadly
passed me by leaving the flames of my
joy forever extinguished
Donavon Scott Vinson
