Yesteryear's Melody

A melody from yesteryear Plays softly on the wind-- A mix of myrrh and honey, A wistful sweet and bitter blend. Fond memories of bygone days, Of long departed friends. Of hollyhocks and lilacs, A reverie that never ends. A vision of a one-room school Set in a woodland glade-- Of children playing joyfully There in a spreading oak tree's shade. A farmer toiling in his field Behind a horse and plow. No air conditioned tractors As modern farmers do it now. A rustic, weathered, country church, A Sunday morning bright Glows fondly now in memory, Bathed in nostalgia's hallowed light. A barefoot boy with fishing pole Beside a lazy stream. A song in perfect harmony Played in that golden summer dream. Oh memories, sweet memories Locked in my soul to stay. Oh melody, sweet melody, A haunting song of yesterday.