Claire V. Bogdanos

I hear the echoes through the trees

Life’s shadows move with each new breeze

Old voices carry loud and clear

And fall upon the listening ear.

The book has closed the story ends

And bids farewell to all our friends

To leave one nothing more to say

Ere we are forced to look away.

But let us go in peace and calm

Believing one must do no harm

Remembering those days of yore

And all of paradise before !