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Yet do not forget the simple hour! 
When birds sing awake the world 
And sunlight glints off fog choked grass 
Drenched in a cool morning dew.

The decade old house spoke
Creaking of wood underfoot
Hidden pipes hissing for broke
Antique frames holding on to
Yesteryears memories true.

When father bade instruction
On daily chore and sweat of brow.
Mother hummed her tune 
And attending to the garden
Laughter of young innocence
Sails in on wind swept curtains

I pray thee do not lose heart!
Do not forget the simple hour
Least memories dim and the 
World is devoured in the dark
Hold on wildly with all might
Rage against a dying love
Bring back the sweet light.All Rights Reserved

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