The lavish rolling hills bring memories of yesteryear
Wildflowers blooming the smell of new-mown grass recollections so dear

Times were much simpler then there seemed to be less trouble all around
Fewer frowns many  happier faces much happier sounds all around

Frockling between the flowers the feel of prickly grass between my toes
Lying on my back gazing at the clouds
my mind drifting afar to who knows

I felt much more satisfied and content back then
The feeling of being carried for, I had many friends

Remembering days gone by tears come to my eyes
The good outlast the bad
God made it that way for which I'm very glad  

June 12, 2023
MarkWaldrop