Turn this way, it is late June….
and recall the youthful strides in unison and perfect pitch over distant time.
Marched and matched, harmonized, paired and parallel.
A time never lost or forgotten.
And now backwards I look, yet the further I see.
Turn this way, in this our November age. I’m wondering too.
Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. ~ Thomas Moore
Said so well and poetically…”November age”…maybe September…
June 19, 2012 at 1:00 pm
Upon further reflection, “late August”
June 20, 2012 at 9:45 am