We climbed to your high pasture <br />When the world was young one day <br />Through honeysuckles and sugar maples <br />That grew in wild display. <br /> <br />We strolled to the mountain laurel. <br />Golden sun streamed through your hair <br />While the fragrance of wild flowers <br />Lingered in the air. <br /> <br />We picked wild strawberries <br />And dined under a white oak tree <br />In our sweet day of innocence <br />Untamed by destiny.<br /><br />Sarah L. Johnsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-world-was-young/
