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....