The rumble of rolling thunder
And a breeze settles in
Cooling this prairie night
That the sunny day began.
Summer days of freedom
And whiling the hours away,
Nights filled with dreaming
Waking to a brand new day.
The simplicity of watching
As a baby bird begins to fly
And the contented easy feeling
Of cherished days gone by.
Knowing there are days to come,
Times to laugh and give.
And when there are no more for me
I’ll be glad I loved and lived.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
The rumble of rolling thunder
And a breeze settles in
Cooling this prairie night
That the sunny day began.
Summer days of freedom
And whiling the hours away,
Nights filled with dreaming
Waking to a brand new day.
The simplicity of watching
As a baby bird begins to fly
And the contented easy feeling
Of cherished days gone by.
Knowing there are days to come,
Times to laugh and give.
And when there are no more for me
I’ll be glad I loved and lived.
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