Memories of a Long Lost Day
She raced with small feet over fields of snow;
Delight and glee lit up her small red face,
And laughing fell a-tumbling with grace.
The sun's rays setting everything aglow,
The snow and ice crusting many a bough;
With wonder the girl gazes at this place,
And forever shall it provide solace,
The wondrous miracle that is the snow.
But all things in the end must pass us by,
And leave memories of a long lost day.
No longer does the sweet little girl play,
For she is grown. The tall pines weep and sigh,
For the mem'ry of a girl running fey,
And all things in the end must pass us by.