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