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‘There is a time,
Remembered
When We knew no pain
The pleasant scent of fresh rain
All will stay the same
Fresh mist spread its tendrils
Like grasping hands of nettles
Settling gently over foothills
Calming fury, fury stills
There is a time,
Remembered
When We never felt so lone
Craters blown into oblivion
Unknown visions We are prone
Neatly handwritten labels
Ever divided, as by rule
Perseverance got You,
Greater goals to pool
There is a time,
Remembered
My heart burns like an ember
Smouldering to remember
How small goodness’s remained?
How easily forgotten
The Little things begotten
From true hearts and minds
There is a time,
Remember
When new landscapes recreate
Knitting us together
Hope, Belief at tether
My soul is heavy, weathered
My heart is broken, battered
Your path is laid before you
The choice in your revision
Will make a sound decision
Remember’
VaL Smit ©
Published: The West Review Fall 2020
