Remebrance

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Remebrance

Do you remember
the summer heat,
the Sun so hot
it seemed to meet
the people
walking in the street
in a fiery manner
that burned bare feet?

Do you remember
the autumn chill,
the wind so cold
it seemed to fill
the people
walking around until
they drank warm drinks
they were loathe to spill?

Do you remember
the winter slush
the ground so damp, the
world that would hush
the people
walking in a huge rush,
their faces filled with
a joyful deep blush?

Do you remember
the springtime rain,
the droplets so cool
they seemed to drain
the people
of all their woe and disdain,
and fill the world
with color again?

Do you remember
spring, summer, winter and fall,
where all you had
to do was call
and the people
would help you not feel so small?
Do you remember?

No, not at all.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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