The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

38: Yesterday I Visited Notre Dame

Yesterday I visited Notre Dame
And walked the winding paths
Of yesterday
Leaves swirling around my feet
That hasn't changed
The cool breeze
Kissing my cheek
That hasn't changed
And I heard
The sound of our laughter
And felt the joy
Of our being
Does that change?
Not as long as I can dream.

<<< HOME >>>