Let not your melancoly heart hold to drear
The daffodils speak of Spring coming soon
Should your nostalgic mind be given to fear
Take a stroll through the Daffodils this mid-noon
No matter the gloomy forecasts you hear
Yellow Daffodils sing Springtime’s tune
So come, shed Winter’s heavy cloak of grey,
Take a walk among the Daffodils today
Yes, many forms and styles
Leona J. Atkinson 11-21-13
All too soon the days are past,
As I wander down Memory Lane.
Moments relived cannot last,
Nor be part of my life again.
Where did they go? Time went so fast,
Now recalling often brings pain.
For things I thought would be always,
Are now my yesterday’s
Leona J. Atkinson 04-08-13