When We Were Three

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Come now.

Come and go with me.

Together we’ll walk

    round the red Maple trees.

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Down past the block,

we’ll walk and we’ll talk –

Old Henry with you,

and me will be three.

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We can make believe

as we used to be –

three old amigos,

back when we were three.

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Oh! those sights and the sounds,

just the way that they were

when we made our rounds,

when our souls would bestir.

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So come now. Please come.

Take a walk with me.

And we will pretend

like it used to be.

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We’ll stop on our journey,

    Periodically;

where you’ll smell the same flowers,

    occasionally.

A rabbit, a squirrel,

    or a cat, you may see.

What brave little souls

on your leashes with me.

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Robust, bravado,

when we three would be

on our own little journey –

our own odyssey.

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So, come now. Come!

Come walk with me.

Where we will pretend

that it’s still just us three.

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And Henry, now off-leash,

from both you and me,

dancing and prancing,

so merrily free.

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Let us pretend 

as when we were three –

Old Henry with you,

and me would be three.

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©Marvin Loyd Welborn, 2012.

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