Hills and dales of ancient land, bleak, barren and glaring <br />Where my thoughtless, happy hours beguiling childhood strayed, <br />How the sand with ages of patina on me is warring, <br />Howl, moan winds of the past above my tufted shade! <br /> <br />Now no more, yet I shall chase the hours beguiling, <br />Former favorite haunts I see; <br />Now no more my fields and trees of back days are smiling <br />Makes that seems a lost heaven to me. <br /> <br /> <br /> Copy rights 2010 <br /> All rights reserved<br /><br />Nero CaroZiv<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-childhood-10/
