In a Sepia World

                                         IN A SEPIA WORLD


                                 I still remember a bright blue sky
                                 With billowing white clouds drifting by
                                 The robin’s red breast, a site to behold,
                           Now fading a bit as I grow old.

                           Reflected light from the sun on the lake
                           The rainbows, the heavens use to create.
                           Visions of magic of aspens turned gold
                           Still I remember, a life not so old.

                           Sparkle of  diamonds, emeralds and rubies,
                           As I reflect, they mean something to me.
                           The print on the pages seems faded and yet,
                           If I squint just right, I can read it, I’ll bet.

                           A pallet of colors on butterfly wings.
                           With grateful thanks, this song I sing.
                           Innocent children, their blonde locks of curls,
                           As I sadly approach a sepia world.

                                                                                                                                               D G Mcconnell