Saturday, July 05, 2008

Gone

Gone
By: R.A. Slater
07-07-08
Gone are the days of blue haze
The mowers came one day
And cut it all down
They showed no remorse
They showed no regret
Only stisfaction in a job well done
Gone are the days of youth
Gone is our innocence
Now we must trod the path unmarked
We may travel without joy in our bosom
Or hope in our heart
But faith still abides
For though the path is unmarked
Robbed of the delightful blue haze
It is still the same path as before