Friday, June 10, 2016

Poem by Mary Nida Smith


Once upon a time
when I was young,
during summer time,
days were never ending.
Swimming and hiking
were special pastimes.
No school bells ringing.
Star watching to midnight,
a break for lunchtime,
and a little nap was allowed.
Oh, for the days of peacetime
when friendships endured,
and dreaming wasn’t wasted time
during my youthful years,
when I thought life, was timeless.

By Mary Nida Smith (c)

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