Some Words to Introduce Our Theme. . .
Old days, old ways - the ones we hold so dear
Old days, old ways - to think of them brings us cheer.
It's not that we don't love our lives and the folks that we now know,
But there's just something about yesteryear which has such a special glow!
A Special Poem for You. . .
Oh there are many, many places
Which our memories keep in store -
The old front porch swing, so many things
Which to us mean so much more
Than all the richest palaces
In which kings and queens might dwell
To us the old familiar things are what we love so well.
So many things trigger memories
Like the smell of newly cut grass,
Which makes us think of Saturdays
And the baseball we would pass.
From glove to glove, oh how we loved
To play under the blue sky
And then we'd go for ice cream
Which our dad would always buy.
There are memories of starlit nights
And old jalopy rides,
And ferris wheels, and lightening peals
When spring storms would arrive.
And all these come together
In a painting of amber hue
It's a painting we call "memory" -
And love to view and view!
-Michael D. Purvis © 2001
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