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