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 !
Claire V. Bogdanos 