Was it so many years ago ? A lower view for being small. The clouds so white the trees so tall. The journey taken not far at all. A field so bright with colors such joy. I remember these days as a very young boy. I sit now thinking of days gone past. Each day seems to go so very fast. When I was young the day seemed so slow. I would take the time to watch things grow. Now each day as the sun does rise. Life brings me smiles with daisy eyes.
William C. Rewalt
Sometimes Old Things Mean So Much