I must stroll the country lane
Where sunsets fall like summer plums
and stardust falls like rain.
on the honeysuckle vine.
And watch an eagle spread its wings
above the tallest pine.
I must see once more a hummingbird
where hollyhocks grow wild.
And run barefoot through the Autumn leaves
like I did as a child.
I must stand atop a mountain
when the valley's white with snow.
And linger there till purple haze
spreads twilight far below.
I must do these things lest I forget
how precious life can be.
I must walk again the wooded path
of quaint simplicity.
~Clay Harrison