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The Hounds of Mind
The hounds of mind…begin to trace……tracks left by youth another place
An elusive place …so far yet near…That distant land called yesteryear.
Relentless hounds with one desire…to campsites cold…where once was fire..
Into the forest, the woods and dell……to nooks with tracks …too weak to tell.
From valley low to mountain peak…the joys of youth once more to seek
To streams so small …that once looked great…….to dreams not yet disturbed by fate..
To faithful friends….both good and true,…their old acquaintance to renew.
To trust unfeigned…without compare…when a word unknown…was dark despair.
Doers of deeds….who were heroes then…who now emerge as only men..
Though you search forever…...relentless hounds …Your fleeting quarry cannot be found.
Relentless hounds with one desire… to campsites cold..where once was fire…
into the forest…the woods and dell…to nooks with tracks..now too weak to tell.
Doers of deeds …who were heroes then….now emerge as only men…
Though you search forever, you relentless hounds….your fleeting quarry cannot be found.
Your fleeting quarry……..cannot be found.
Copyright: Bobby C. Abel 1969
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