A Long Time Ago

I threw my legs over a rusty barbed wire fence into a warm summer day a long time ago landing smack dab in the middle of my now ancient childhood A lonely bob white sitting on the fence whistling his heart out, I can only guess his seranade was a lonely plea here I am, please, come to me. Standing knee deep in prarie grass grasshoppers leaping from blade to blade the smell of the hot earth rising into my face, oh I miss that place A corn snake slivers back under the fence escaping into the corn field over the hard clumps of ground of the tired, plowed soil. The smell of rain in the distant sky is only passing by a welcome sight to behold but not meant for here, not today A lonley cow bell tells me now old bossie will soon be here as she makes her daily trek through the pasture into the pond Indian paintbrushes, blue bonnets too puffy white clouds in a sky so blue all come together and bring back to me a warm summer day, a long time ago.