Some Things Are Timeless

When we returned to the old homestead,

Through tears we grieved to see

The lilac-and-orchard-joy was dead.

Bare silence stood

Where a song-filled wood

Had lured with its mystery.

The home that sheltered us--We were ten--

Had dwarfed, yet the echoes rang

A challenge to bid us to dream again.

The mountains still high

Touched remembered sky

And the same loved river sang.