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Apr 2016
Shall these trees stand forever?
And the fields,
brown, green, gold, according to the season,
shall they remain?

But the hills,
the hills, they shall be there.
Always?
No, not even those.

What then shall be left of them?
Only the fact of their having been.
And when you are gone
and I am no longer here,
we too shall have been,
and nothing can be quite the same again.
The title is not intended to imply that times to come will be particularly good; it's just the tense in the penultimate line. I later saw that "we too" could be read as "we two", though such was not my intention - at least, not consciously.
Paul Hansford
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Paul Hansford  81/M/England
(81/M/England)   
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   ---, Elizabeth J and Nessa
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