Sometimes I get a bit nostalgic, my thoughts turns to other days and seemingly another life. This is the result.
Where the Spark Still Burns
To those on the old road
it was just another barn
Weathered grey and forgotten
a broken memory
To me, a place of wonder
a dry haven for dreams
where a kid could be a King
and adventures common
The old loft
piled with forgotten hay
became a strange new world
for explorations grand
The old wagon
below was my throne
Where I ruled most fair
benevolent in all ways
A place where the sunbeams
showed dancing dust motes
Making me wonder
setting me to dream
Here I found the spark of imagination
and found my soul’s delight
Sheltered from harsher realities
and cold hard truths
King and knight, and great hunter
traversing the veldt
Seeking the mines of Solomon
and the farthest reaches of the Amazon
Its all gone now
just a tract of older homes
Where other lives begin
there where the dreams bloomed
Yet it remains
echoes in my heart and soul
Forever mine here within
where the spark still burns
Where the Spark Still Burns
To those on the old road
it was just another barn
Weathered grey and forgotten
a broken memory
To me, a place of wonder
a dry haven for dreams
where a kid could be a King
and adventures common
The old loft
piled with forgotten hay
became a strange new world
for explorations grand
The old wagon
below was my throne
Where I ruled most fair
benevolent in all ways
A place where the sunbeams
showed dancing dust motes
Making me wonder
setting me to dream
Here I found the spark of imagination
and found my soul’s delight
Sheltered from harsher realities
and cold hard truths
King and knight, and great hunter
traversing the veldt
Seeking the mines of Solomon
and the farthest reaches of the Amazon
Its all gone now
just a tract of older homes
Where other lives begin
there where the dreams bloomed
Yet it remains
echoes in my heart and soul
Forever mine here within
where the spark still burns
WayzataJOHNN
January, 2010