Faye Sizemore

SEASONED MEMORIES

Leaves fall
Having sprung from bud
Seasons do pass
And memories remain
Nothing to lose…
And nothing to gain
Soldiers may come
And Soldiers may go
Always their memories
Remain just so…
Tarnished with rust
Or burnished in gold
Some covered with dust
Memories of by-gone
Days of old…
Long ago and far away
Yet as close as
Yesterday…