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