ONE RURAL DAY
Be there sadness in returning
To the days of yester-yearning
Are they gone now and unreal
That I do from moments steal?
My father again is thirty-nine,
Shucking walnuts under this Eau-side tree
And we, play and work here in joyous rhyme,
In days not now real except to me.
(C) H.J. Dean
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