We will remember moments, chants of long ago, songs strummed from a shady place.
A mango tree, a fence of peas gone crazy with the breeze.
Whose to say, this was a time of innocence or languished sanity.
We will remember moments, chants of long ago, songs strummed from a shady place.
No mango bough or sandy shore, replaced instead with apples and the scent of pine high in the sky cleared for a celebration.
Lines tell of lives lived long, lived well? Oh who can tell, no matter is it in the long run
We will remember moments, chants of long ago, songs strummed from many shady places.
wonderful wonderful!!!
ReplyDeletethank you for sharing these photos and flowing words
Libby,
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome, so glad to see your comments. Sending you the best of good cheer!
Aloha,
Mokihana
Ah, as my day unfolds, it is divine to find a nugget of Mokihana on the internet. Peace, my friend. elaine
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