Just Down the Road

Just down the road, there is a golden field of hay where there once stood a home where my sister and I did play. The moss-covered trees and yellow daffodils bloomed, and the smell of Mother's clothes drying as the hot, summer sun fumed. The air was filled with the June bug's song and the tractor tilling along the farm. My sister's hair was honey blond and how she laughed when I would tag along. Eyes of blue as the sky above but just being her sister, brought to my heart so much love. Day would pass and night appeared, and the moon brought fireflies to enchant the way to the raspberry patch where we believed fairies did stay. It's time to come in Pa would say, oh just let us have one more minute, Pa and we'll be on our way. Time has passed and childhood is gone but for me Just down the road, these memories will forever live on.