The wind blew lightly around us
As we walked along the river,
Our thoughts wandering freely together.
The apple blossoms were blooming,
Forming a beautiful foreground
Of white and green against the blue sky.
The mountains stood out boldly
At the edge of the apple orchard,
Sheltering and overlooking the valley.
Off to one side stands a statue
Of a soldier on horseback,
A war memorial for all who died
Protecting their homes and families.
In the distance you can hear
The sound of battles fought,
But they are only imaginary sounds,
While the beauty all around
Is quite real.
Dec. 7, 1982
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