Simple chimes dance in the wind,
Reverberating high and low.
Comforting harmonies grow,
Melodic in their ebb and flow.
Evoking memories thought lost,
Opaque images return like snow.
As fairytales of times once known,
Their clarity fades in the wind, blown.
Passionate songs in the breeze
Paint telltale portraits of family lore.
Revealing threads, yet hiding more,
Heart excavation foreshadows the core.
August 2006 by Glen Alan Woods
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