Meadowville

I languish in a summer’s breeze As I tumble backwards To childhood I hear the sound of the train Rumbling down the tracks I have no idea why this brings me such joy Other than a penny will be squished in my honor The train sounds its warning at the crossing It voyages to the beyond, places that for a child Seem to be in foreign lands I am content here, in the meadows of memories Here I feel the past painting its history into my very being Rain pours downs days after day The brook fills with life, the hills full of green I, in wellingtons have never been happier Life surrounds my little feet, as I wander in the meadows of delight Later I gaze out the window, surreal in ancestral contentment I somehow know this is my past, enticed by natures grasp For a child’s paradise, soon too end When reality comes to the dance Now as I gaze down the road Where once trains traveled in glory The station is gone The tracks no more Yet I walk down this road of memories Drowning in desire For days of the past Were a child’s heart Still danced in Meadowville Amongst the lingering winds from the sea