Linn Park Winter Poem by Michael Cochrane
Linn Park Winter
My childhood memory of walking in winters snow, fresh footprints I made and a sense of wonder as I crossed the river cart on the stepping stones. Trees of pine and elm, oak laden with dazzling snow, squirrels busy dancing with delight at my feet. How simple life pleasures of the past are etched on my mind. A little boy at play it was only yesterday. Swiftly flys the years one season following another.
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7/30/2025 11:02:09 PM # 1.0.0
How simple life pleasures of the past are etched on my mind. A little boy at play it was only yesterday. Swiftly flys the years one season following another. Soo true my dear poet, it is in simple life experiences we find a lot of joy. tony
Yes Tony we find in the most simple things pleasure