Nostalgia

How oft' in moments of quiet repose

My mind wanders back to those days long ago,

And a sweet, peaceful sadness steals o're my frame,

As I long to recapture my childhood again.

Just to be back home with Mother and Dad,

With brothers and sisters, when I was a lad. 

The good times and bad; they live with me still,

I'd go back there now, if it were Gods will. 

I'd walk once again through the house we called home,

Through the pasture and meadow, to the creek I would roam. 

I'd gaze o're the hillsides and thank God above

For the blessings He gave us; the blessing of love. 

I'd go to the churchyard, and there shed a tear,

Remembering the old times when God drew so near. 

The old fashioned preaching still rings in my soul. 

I'll cherish the memories while years by me roll. 

My old friends are gone now, to where I can't tell. 

But the good times we shared, I remember so well. 

Some how, some where I know they remain,

For they stroll with me now, down memory's lane.