Summer Dreams |
Sittin' on the front porch, With Grandpa, sippin' tea; No one else in the whole wide world 'Cept my buddy, Grandpa and me. Lazy days of summer, Spent on Grandpa's farm; Spilled like sunbeamed memories, To always keep me warm. Running through the hayfield, A barefoot boy like me; The slightest smell of fresh mown hay, Brings back those days so free. Laying on a bale of hay, In Grandpa's barn, up high; Dreamin' dreams and watching clouds, Drift 'cross a summer sky. The smell of Grandma's cookin' Drifting through the evening air; Is still there in my memory, In those days without a care. My mind goes back there now and then, To a place so rich and free, Sittin' there on Grandpa's porch, Just my buddy, Grandpa and me. Author - Allison Chambers Coxsey |
Today is July 4, 2002 How wonderful it is to have memories like these. Did we know then, that a day like today would come in our lifetime, when we couldn't be as carefree while trying to celebrate the 4th of July? Dear God, what happened??? |
When the words we speak bring smiles to lips, our words have not been wasted. |
*smile* |
