Remember When
do you remember when
grandpa would sit under the mulberry tree,
swatting flies with his old sweaty hat
whistling a tune to the beat of the old am radio sitting on the window sill
never waking up our lazy dog laying next to the old black cat
and the smell of a home cooked meal escaping through the open kitchen door
like a swarm of bees heading to a fresh spring flower
busy chickens pecking at the ground while being trailed by her baby chicks
as king rooster hopped a tree to make it known he was in charge
the smell of rosemary leaves, just as a string of loaded ants marched through
a trickle of water running down on big round rocks,
quenching the thirst of the beautiful ducks
laughter, running, hugs and kisses
big smiles from grandpa
screen door slamming and grandma runs out
little ones tugging at her dirty apron still tied
simple living, remember when the lord was our guide
no worries life was carefree, we must remember so we can be free
we tied ourselves to careers, the "Jonses" and trends
we now have headaches, debts and no friends
we must remember where we came from and who brought us here
life is short and we are older, our end is near....
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