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'Day Remains Dawn'Sitting here thinking of Christmas' past How quickly the years sped ever so fast, 'Till time became essence, first, and foremost, To grasp within memory while thoughts filled with hope. My mind fills with memories of precious days gone How little the time before shadows grow long, And day becomes night, and again becomes day While we stumble along, simply finding our way. I think of my grown sons, but as little boys As they sat by the tree, playing with toys, Their eyes were aglow as bright as the tree's While they listened to stories beside my dad's knee. He told of tall tales here and beyond Where the sun never sets, and day remains dawn, Where fire relights a sky which was dark And the mornings are filled with the song of the lark. Snow gently falls on the garden asleep Where trees stand bare, and squirrels count sheep As they wait for dreams to take them far and wide, 'Till the call of spring brings the world alive. Another year has now come and gone Like the explicit timing of a rousing song, And with it comes sadness to see it end Yet we'll smile anew when the new year begins. Rusty Blackwood (C)2010 ~ Christmas. How quickly the time truly does fly, it waits for no-one, very true, definitely sad, yet time is what brings memories, and as it passes more memories are gathered. I'm sitting at my keyboard tonight letting my thoughts -- memories-- take me back to time now gone, special times, ones which will never come round again in this life, yet it's not sad, for they will forever live within me, as well as those which are yet to come. R.B. ~ All Rights Reserved By Author 
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