Many Moons Ago

Many, many moons ago, I enjoyed trying feeble attempts at poetry. Recently, I came across some of the poems that I had written in my younger years. Not saying any of them are great poetry. But the older I get, I do like the essence of them which I tried so diligently to capture.  I guess the older I get, the less I am ashamed to share. I thought I would add them here...just because.

DAYS GONE BY

Sometimes I miss the meadowlark's call;

Or early morning days of an "Indian Fall".

Sometimes I miss the snowy, pine trees;

Or the soft touch of a quiet, meadow breeze.

Now and again I'd just like to be

Sitting 'neath a branch of the old maple tree.

And now and again I find I miss

The guitar and song of my oldest sis.

Once in a while I'd like to go back 

And give Kel' a ride on the Schwinn bike rack.

Or go for a ride on our Gypsy Jo;

Up through the wood and to the pipeline we'd go.

I could go for a root beer or two

With the world's best brother and quarterback too.

I wouldn't mind seeing Dad flying low;

Under the wires and over crops he'd go.

And if I could just go back in time,

Mom would tuck me in bed with a nursery rhyme.

Grandmas and Grandpas; Mom's rhubarb pie

I miss the laugher and fun of these days gone by.

As I grow older I seem to find

There's a bond with home that's of the strongest kind.

Tonight I'll thank God for this family so dear;

And all the fond mem'ries of year after year.

I'll write a letter, make a phone call or two,

Just to say, "I'm missing all of you."