There is the house where I used to live.
Where I had so many smiles.
Age and time has distanced me,
Along with many miles.

In the field beside the brook,
A little girl plays, - carefree.
And on closer inspection I find,
She looks a lot like me.

And I wonder if she found my hiding spot,
The one I stashed all my treasures in.
Oh, but she couldn't have, because I see now,
A garage is where that would have been.

And the tree that once held my tire swing,
Appears to have fallen some time ago.
The birdhouse I built with Dad is now gone,
And I wonder just where did it go.

A barn has now taken the place of,
The great oak where I carved my name.
And I wish I had never come back here.
Because nothing seems the same.