Greyhound Days
To those days back when we were young,
Beneath the apple trees we used to climb,
The idle talk couldn’t keep us still,
Life’s secret treasures only ours to find.
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On the sleeping hills where we would lie,
No regrets ever spoiled what we could see,
And the highest walls never kept us inside,
As our scrambling legs always set us free.
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Forever on those greyhound days did stretch,
Just like our thin arms reached the sky,
And it’s only now as I look back -
Do I see how fast those dogs fled by.