
I go
back to my childhood once
again
Through my memories that
are there deep within
Things have changed with
the passing of time
The old oak tree is gone
that I used to climb
I loved my room up there
on the second floor
All alone with my thoughts
as I'd close the door
And I'd open my window to
feel the breeze on my face
As it gently stirred the
curtains of pink lace

I had homework to do when
I came in from school
No play or chores till I
followed that rule!
Grandma was strict and
seemed set in her ways
She also knew how to give
me much needed praise
I remember the smell of
line dried sheets
And roses by the back door
that smelled so sweet
Corn and tomatoes growing
in the garden out back
And fresh carrots I could
always have as a snack

Sunday dinners were
prepared early in the morn
So we could go to church
and hear about Jesus being
born
Most likely the preacher
would come home with us to
eat
And granddad always
thought that was such a
treat
Sometime we'd have family
picnic's on Sunday
afternoon
We'd stay down there by
the creek till we saw the
ol' moon
We all had a ball as our
family met down there
It was as much fun to us
kids as the country fair

Oh to go back for just a
bit and be that child once
more
Stand at my window and
hear granny call 'Come, do
your chores'
To go to the hen house and
get her some eggs to cook
a cake
Sweet, sweet memories that
again make my heart ache
Melva
*****
Philippians 4:8
Finally, brethren,
whatsoever things are
true,
whatsoever things are
honest, whatsoever things
are just,
whatsoever things are
pure, whatsoever things
are lovely,
whatsoever things are of
good report; if there be
any
virtue, and if there be
any praise, think on these
things.

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