There was a moment,

when the world was young,

when we would amble

on a country walk, with

time enough to whistle

and no need to fear –

remember?

And all that was important,

all we had to know

was where the fishing hole was –

oh, and how to whistle.

Lord, how we would laugh…

Remember?

–Lydia Ondrusek, 7/3/2012