I go back to my childhood once again
Through my memories that are there deep within
Things have changed with the passing of time
The old oak tree is gone that I used to climb

I loved my room up there on the second floor
All alone with my thoughts as I'd close the door
And I'd open my window to feel the breeze on my face
As it gently stirred the curtains of pink lace

I had homework to do when I came in from school
No play or chores till I followed that rule!
Grandma was strict and seemed set in her ways
She also knew how to give me much needed praise

I remember the smell of line dried sheets
And roses by the back door that smelled so sweet
Corn and tomatoes growing in the garden out back
And fresh carrots I could always have as a snack

Sunday dinners were prepared early in the morn
So we could go to church and hear about Jesus being born
Most likely the preacher would come home with us to eat
And granddad always thought that was such a treat

Sometime we'd have family picnic's on Sunday afternoon
We'd stay down there by the creek till we saw the ol' moon
We all had a ball as our family met down there
It was as much fun to us kids as the country fair

Oh to go back for just a bit and be that child once more
Stand at my window and hear granny call 'Come, do your chores'
To go to the hen house and get her some eggs to cook a cake
Sweet, sweet memories that again make my heart ache

Melva

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Philippians 4:8

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true,
whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just,
whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely,
whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any
virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.