Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing;
What a little thing
To remember for years—
To remember with tears!
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From guest Toshio Hashimoto (contact)
I've met this poem about 35years ago.I was moved. I was thinkinng I would remember many things when I get old. Now I'm getting old. Still love this poem and think I would remember these days when I get OLD... -
This is my favorite poem. It makes me want to cry...
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Such simplicity and yet a poem all by itself
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