~In
The Midst Of A Memory~
When
the days are lonesome and long to pass
Into
the midst of a memory I often drift
To
a peaceful haven where I now and then dwell
Like
pages of a scrapbook to which I return at will
To
run a hand along the top rail of that old
pasture fence
Or
ramble through the wildwood and cotton fields
To
visit with a loved one long since past
And
reflect in a moment of wisdom in a walk hand in
hand
Many
memories from the past have aged well
And
some are faded and tattered like old photographs
Oftentimes
I journey to days of old nevertheless
To
relive a moment of serenity in happier times
To
stop and smell the flowers long-side the dusty
dirt road
Or
saunter amid the bramble of a wild country rose
And
perchance to pause and delight in the breeze
Underneath
a corridor of Autumn's rustling leaves
Gentle
reminders are faithful to befall me lest I
forget
The
sound of summer raindrops pelting atop a tin
roof
And
never has an encore sounded so sweet
As
the revel of children’s laughter resounding
from that old tire swing
Through
the lace work of the past I find my way now and
again
To
the fireside of many a longed for friend
When
for the antiquity of yesteryear I yearn
I
relive in the nostalgia of the good old days
For
where else can one find such an availing peace
Than
a place where brand new harvests are sewn every
spring
Where
the echo of "Come to supper!" catches
my ear
For
a taste of the good times I run along to savor
once more
Many
days have come and long since gone
But
they are only a short journey from where I must
come
Sweet
reminiscence is the keepsake by which I recall
Cherished
memories which have withstood the test of time
In
relics of yesteryear I have found my wealth
Not
in what tomorrow may hold
But what I have already held
For
not one treasure shall the future promise to
unfold
But
the past abounds with riches untold
In
joyful recollections from my ventures I rest
And
linger a little longer in a memories midst
Such
a keepsake as a memory I shall forever hold dear
For
where else but a memory can life be lived once
more.
Paige
Gray
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