By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 30, 2017 After the Silent Year By Mabel Jones Gabbott Today, we met, after the silent year,And took the same path, over the hill;We said, “Remember this,” and “it was here …”There were memories enough to fillEach shadow’s length. We found the willow tree,And crossed the brook reminiscently. “The same,” we said; and waited for such speechAs often flowed, freely, deep and wide,Between us; wa...
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