How I love the old weather worn barns of old.
And the memories they bring from days untold.
I see the rustic wood with 'Mail Pouch' painted on the side.
Remembering carefree days when the horses I did ride.
Ahh, the feelings in my heart of being wild and carefree.
Simpler happy times growing up in the country you see.
Running through the fields of pretty wild flowers.
Chasing rainbows after a warm spring shower.
Walking barefoot down the old country mile.
These are sweet memories that make me smile.
How we enjoyed the kin coming to visit and set a spell.
Mesmerized for hours at the grand stories they would tell.
Chasing all the chickens was such a great joy.
My faded britches worn because I was such a tom boy.
The smells of the old wood burning stove in the cabin of log.
Sneaking bits of food under the table to the old hound dog.
The sound of the rain on the tin roof as it would fall.
Making shadow figures at night on the bedroom walls.
Drawing cold water in the bucket from the old family well.
Taking baths in the old wash tub, if you got out mom would yell.
How I miss these days of carefree and simpler times you see.
No better times, no never any that bring such sweet memories to me.