The Land of Little Care

There is a girl with Golden hair–
Free as the winds are free!
And….now in the days when I am old,
SHE RIDES ALONG WITH ME!

For us the days are always fair,
What ever be the weather……
And there is always a song out there,
As we climb the hills, together!

THERE IS NO WORRY IN THAT LAND….
WE FOUND IT….ONE BRIGHT DAY…..
In all the songs of the singing leaves,
That never fade away!

In all the shadows, at twilight time,
And….moonlit ghosts….of old….
She ALWAYS comes, and takes my hand-
When these old tales are told!

SHE ALWAYS COMES, and takes my hand,
As the wind that wanders free!
SHE RIDES WITH ME, I MY OLD DAYS,

AND HER NAME IS “POETRY”..