Looking At a Place I Knew

I'm looking at a place I knew, When time was young, and years were few. As I think, it doesn't seem that long, But the grass is paved, and the fence is gone. It must be that the workmen came, just the other day; They felled the cherry tree, and the houses went away. Did they notice anything from when I was there, A skid mark on the sidewalk, a golf ball lying there? I remember things just as they were, But a mist often causes the image to blur. Could that blur be a ghost I see, Looking for its house, or looking for me? Maybe it's looking at a place It knew, When time was young, and years were few.