Poem: Where are the years?
By: Dr. James G. Piatt
I smelled of Birch leaves, a
Flowing brook, small pebbles and
Youth. My heart was composed of
Summer flowers, bumble bees, and
The scent of timelessness, my mind
Contained colorful ancient rhythms,
New poems, and thoughts of love:
These were the things strewn on
The contented paths I wandered
When I was young: In those times,
Lazy brooks were filled with tiny fish,
And colorful tree frogs, and yellow
Sycamore leaves held gaudy signing
Insects. Those years seemed so
Abundant when I was young, why have
They vanished… into dreams?
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Dr. Piatt is a retired professor, poet and author. Broken Publications published his poetry book, “The Silent Pond,” in 2012. His second poetry book, “Ancient Rhythms,” will be published in the fall of 2013. Over 360 of his poems have been published in over four-dozen magazines, books, and anthologies. His poem, “The Night Frog” was recently nominated for best of web 2013. His poetry books and novels are available on Amazon.
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