Fond Memories

Taking a stroll together, down the old country lane, Brings back many memories from when we were kids, Remembering, how we use to run through the fields, Racing each other and dodging the cow pats, It certainly kept us fit, And not forgetting the times, when we would come home wet and muddy After playing down at the brook jumping the stepping stones, Some times we would come home with cuts and bruises Because we had been climbing trees and pretending we were monkeys, And when we got hungry, We would sit under a shady tree and eat our sandwiches and share a bottle of pop, Summer time was the best With long days and warm nights.