Memories

In the countryside where I walk Are memories of old, in colors of sunny gold The grass is green, the wind gently keens and days are never cold In the midst of stillness stands a barn red and sturdy on a farm The sweet smell of hay, the mooing of cows bring memories of home and unrestricted play Kids played hop- skotch and fired sling -shots A time of milk pails and iron pots Mama's washing hung on the line waving in the wind in 2/4th time The sturdy barn brought a moment of bliss As I smelled the hay in the darkened loft I realized how much I so miss my mother's loving touch.