Of peacefulness and history
A thousand voices seem to fall
Each one a moment I recall
Of friends forgotten over years.
Tonight each special face appears
With actions done so long ago,
Each voice a friend that seems to grow
Into the shadows overhead
Where needle coated branches spread
Like open arms to welcome me
Into this world of memory.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
Aug 11, 2012
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