I walk through lovely valleys where
I used to walk with you.
The flowers are still growing wild.
The sky is still light blue.
The trees are growing tall and straight.
The grass is fresh and green.
The birds are there to cheer me with
The music that they sing.
And yet, it seems more quiet now
Than times that I once knew,
When nature’s love was all around
As I walked there with you.
Nov. 20, 1980
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