Gone with the breeze
With the passing of time
Nothing but silence
Only the sound of birds.
Memories etched within my mind
As I walk along the empty field
I remember football on the green
And walking along the river Cole.
Picnics on Sunday children played.
Cheese and tomatoe sandwiches
This field was filled with family joy
Those days have come and gone.
I look around not a soul insight
Things are so differant now
All those folk have moved on
And some no longer still alive.
So in my mind lie meloncholy thoughts
Those memories come flashing by
Memories of those happy times
Now all that's left is this empty field.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
Gone with the breeze
With the passing of time
Nothing but silence
Only the sound of birds.
Memories etched within my mind
As I walk along the empty field
I remember football on the green
And walking along the river Cole.
Picnics on Sunday children played.
Cheese and tomatoe sandwiches
This field was filled with family joy
Those days have come and gone.
I look around not a soul insight
Things are so differant now
All those folk have moved on
And some no longer still alive.
So in my mind lie meloncholy thoughts
Those memories come flashing by
Memories of those happy times
Now all that's left is this empty field.
I recently walked my dog across the field were I grew up.
It was the days of picnics all my memories came flashing through my mind .
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