Memories

As a soft breeze blows over the meadow

It brings back memories of a time long ago

When I as a bare foot boy walked slowly

Since I had no place in particular to go

I could go swimming over in Brush Creek

A few of my pals might be swimming today

Or I could go over to the Osborn’s farm

There might be a ball game we could play

Those memories are still sharp in my mind

Along with a little White church standing there

I especially remember the church bell ringing

Our Sunday school teacher taught us with care

Those days are long past and never to return

Still the memories are planted deep in my mind

One day I will see things like this up in Heaven

Shown by a Savior who is ever gentle and kind

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