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