A bridge not far away,
Relic from another day.
A place I used to play,
Once upon a yesterday.
Footprints in the dirt,
On a path from long ago.
Memories whisper in the trees,
From a place I used to know.
Meadows once in bloom,
Scattered by the winds of time.
Laughter lingers in the air,
Echoes of a childish rhyme.
The place where I grew up,
It seems so far away.
But close my eyes and I can see,
Once upon a yesterday.
Copyright © 2011 LeRoy Dean All Rights Reserved
Beautiful.poignant.
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Very nice.
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Ah, memories….lovely….
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