Those Were the Days

The grass grew over my head And the trees were so thick You couldn't see a thing Except the path That led to another world A world of make-believe Where my imagination Ran as fast as the wind blows A place where there were Good guys, bad guys, cops and robbers I could get lost there And visit far away places From times long since past It was a special place That I think of still today Sometimes I'd go there With all of my friends Riding down the hill Between the many trees As fast as we could ride We would play cowboys and indians Until late at night Shootin' each other With bullets from our fingers Dying, then getting up to die again Those were the days Of innocence and laughter Of make-believe worlds Of special places I now miss Of Dreams I can't forget © 2011 Kevin Stock