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.
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 5:20 PM UTC
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.
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