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RETURN TO EDEN
The trees don’t seem as tall
As I recall from childhood days
Though memory takes its toll;
Still the river flows
Onwards, expanding
It’s here we learned to fall,
In spite of all the lumps and bumps
No teardrops ever fell;
All that flowed was joy
As constant as the river
No cows in the meadow mooch
No flies in the buttermilk buzz
Perhaps there was foot and mouth?
Still the river flows
In waves of uncertainty
The farmhouse is a ruin,
A tomb of memories like the barn
That was Narnia in the rain;
But life goes on
Just like the river
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