The Good Old Days

my Father’s smile is a memory dear to me smelling freshly made bread and seeing frost on the trees playing outside and feeling youthfully free enjoying a family campfire in the evening breeze I remember bicycle rides on country roads my mother working hard to lessen our load life in my youth before those dreaded crossroads we played without internet and no download we swung on ropes and climbed up hills we dealt with our problems without taking a pill I used my imagination for adventures and thrills kisses on my cheek when I was feeling ill. we danced in the rain and smelled the fresh flowers in May I remember enjoying life in many different ways we rode horses and cut our own hay these are my memories of the good old days January 16, 2021