Memories

The lonesome whistle of a late night train The sound of bullfrogs or a night owls screech The melodic drip of a summer rain These things pull me back to my town asleep I could count the stars in the sky at night Without smog or bright lights to drown the view Bushes covered in fireflies glittered bright Like golden mounds covered in misty dew I had so many years of wasted dreams Of where time did not move at a snail’s pace I now know the only thing that I need Is to return to that much simpler place But my small town has completely vanished Her quiet streets will never comfort me My hope of returning have been banished All that’s left are this old man’s memories