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Old Memories While driving past a farm today, Old memories began to play Like sliding pictures in my mind And looking back I quickly find The place where I spent childhood days. The farmhouse rises through a haze Of years departed and time past, Until it stands revealed at last, Just as it was when I was young, Before the siren song was sung That lured my family away And sometimes in my prayers I pray, That I will see it just once more. Though it won't be just as before, I hope the meadows, green and fair, Still nurture horse and cattle there. That someone plows and plants the fields And watches while each acre yields The bounty of a fruitful stead, Where men and beast are richly fed. |
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