Daydream of Yesterday

re-post inspired by MRose contest Sitting here,into my daydream drift meadows of stooked-up sheaves, midst close growing clover, in wind and rain toppling over.Catching minnows with jar and net, in streams where pooh-sticks once were raced , each, slip into memory's embrace; Exploring fields across that brook; studying in nature's real-time book; Childhood that ebbed away on sunlit seas return on the breeze in an eerie dayspring light. All my yesterday's glow so bright