Walking around the streets of my beloved home town.
I wandered round my home town
looked here and there on my pass
on old ground, and saw delightful
memories abound before
my eyes of my beloved home town.
Some buildings are no longer there
some have come to a sad state
no one loves them enough to say
hey, old building you need a fresh coat of paint.
The old playground is not the same
different swings hang there now
the games of tag on dusty grounds
puff up memories of a care free time.
The old trees -some of them are gone
we climbed them all as young lads green
and laughed and laughed at silly jokes
we knew what would displease our folks.
Like a sepia tone photo the memories come
of my beloved old home town
an ice cream stand we haunted on hot days
the old swimming hole where we jumped in
to refresh ourselves, the kids in the neighborhood
were all there, we were all kids then and loved it there.
Soaring Feather
04.11.07