A poem by
Joel A. Harnden
November 1996
And filled our hearts with a sparkling red, Like dew on grass where children tred, It never stopped, it did not look back.
When trees grew tall and played in the wind
When the sky turned grey, so night could fall,
But seasons change and bring new weather.
So, I asked it to stop, and open a door,
But, all it did, in a manner as though |
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