October Morning

As I gaze out the upstairs window Looking at a scene from yesterday This place from my childhood This place of cherished memories It is early, and a burst of sun gleams proudly As it began it's rise over the distant horizon A string of washing waving on the line Looking like colorful flags flapping in the wind And the doves strutting on the cobbled path Cooing their song, or perhaps complaining About the chill of the October morn. Perhaps it is not quite the same now, As it was on a long ago October morn Yet, something of those days hang on The washing no longer blowing in a breeze The doves have found a home beyond My grandmother has long been gone But there still prevails a peaceful song.