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AN EVE. STROLL
AN EVE. STROLL
Go to the place where we first met ;
a bank on the river's shore.
Two silhouettes in a red sunset,
as we stood there years before.
Where we fell in love near a crimson bay;
caught up in a world of bliss,
trading vows that we'd wed someday
and sealed with a tender kiss!
I recall you then, so small and thin,
your hair in a golden bun;
our lives to spend, I knew right then,
that you were the only one.
And wed we did, and the years, they slid;
and the gold has turned to gray;
but love, it stayed from the vows we made,
and our bond will never sway.
Now we have three sons, a daughter too,
with nine grandkids to love;
and tho' our lives will soon be through,
we thank dear God above.
And it shows our care when we stroll back there
to the place where we first met;
to relite the flame that our hearts lay claim,
and the promises we kept!
William E. Hardison
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