Smoky Hoss - Remembrance

Mystic-memories
Of the mind,
So often take forms
Incredibly hard to find
- even harder to hold -
For those days of old
Move about, like favored scents on the breeze,
And are as inexplicable
As fall colors developing on the trees-
They freely come and go
As vague as fog upon the sea,
So often they haunt as well as thrill
The deepest parts of me-
At times they'll blow wild
As winter wind on the praire,
Other times as smooth and gentle
As the sweetest angelic fairy-
Good or bad
Hard or soft,
I pray God
To never let my loving memories
Be misplaced, or forever lost.

Smoky Hoss

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