The Richness Of Life

The Richness Of Life Lies In The Memories We Have Forgotten
This is a part of my life, my youth my adult life, I call this Memories, My childhood when life was simple and Good.

In the midst of a wee country village, my thoughts take me backward in time
By the side of a quaint family homestead, Where the Lilac and Ivy entwine.

Down the road we will wander, On the path to the old brook
Where the flowers and leaves strut their finest
Come with me and we'll take a look.

There's Mom and Dad there to greet us, aunt and uncle to all it would seem
In the yard there are three little playmates, Known as Julie, Luke and Lillian

But the scene is a church picnic, Tables laden well with each dish
A canteen with all kinds of goodies, Pay a cent, pull a string, " Go fish "

Up the road lies the school house, where the three R's are taught with drill.
Here the pot belly stove warmed our winters, After slides from a steep hill.

And just up the road lies the church yard, Where each sunday found all that school
Held rally day services in autumn.
As by the organ Teacher perched on the stool.

Now all generations ensuing, we might well pluck a page from their book
With God's grace they found Peace and contentment
Right here in their own little book.

My Memories Of Home....