As I look around I see how wonderful our "Youth" have become, and how much they seem to be prepared to inherit their legacy. I am encouraged, but at the same time I remember my youth of days gone by, and silently bow to the new generation.









          YOUTH



          In the tree a Bluebird sang to me.
          "Tweet, Willy, Tweet" he did sing,
          and my heart went a-flutter.


          A Love Song, tender and sweet.
          In my minds eye it did ring,
          telling a youthful truth
          that age doesn't dare to mutter.


          Oh, wisdom is knowledge
          and experience teaches,
          but, youthful vigor and innocence
          sways the heart
          at it's innermost reaches.


          A memory from my youthful past
          makes my aura shine,
          and my heart quickens as
          I remember that glorious youth
          way back in time.


          So sing on pretty Bluebird
          and make my heart swoon,
          Sing...Sing...Sing that
          wonderful glorious tune.



          ©Lonnie D. Chevrie Sr.


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