House On Memory Lane

Feeling nostalgic, I went back home To a house on Memory Lane A sentimental trip, through the years that have flown To a three bedroom, small white, wood frame Where memories were built on a GI loan And little boys were forged into young men Where the little boy in me, is still running free Through cotton fields up to his chin The old house was still standing in some disrepair The gravel roads had all been paved 'neath the cottonwood tree, my daydreams were still there With the initials my puppy love engraved There was no father or mother, no sister or brother No neighbors I used to call friend No games to be played, no gold to discover Only memories of way back when But the love we shared, I saw everywhere In the garden, in the flowers and the trees And the life lessons I learned from the spills and the dares Gave me warmth in the cool winter breeze` Then sitting in the swing where I first learned to fly I heard the whistle of the afternoon train So I packed up my thoughts, said my final goodbye To the house on Memory Lane. by Daniel Turner