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          Remembering When
Walking through the grass
Picking flowers from the field
Behind the house where I used to live
Such a long long time ago.
Calm, cool breeze blowing through the air
Berries growing on the vine
Remembering my childhood,
Around the age of nine.
That's when I lived here,
Such a long, long time ago.
Memories roll through my mind
As I walk through this field
Which used to be a garden
Where Grandma used her plow
Such a long, long time ago.
The old barn in the corner lot
Though worn down and sagging
Still remains in the same place
Oh, time can do so much
I rest my case.
Good to be home,
After such a long, long time.

Copyright  ©1984 Sydell R. Linsicombe

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