At Fifty-Four

Trees green
and fade
and bend
in the
wind and
fresh cut
grass smells
the same
as when I
was ten –
more than this
I little recall,
grand tales
fade away
with the
steady march
of days

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

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