I think often of the days gone past

Deep in my memory where I know they will last.

Let’s take a walk in the woods so near.

Listen, listen do you hear?

The rustle of leaves,

Birds, flying, chirping,

Little animals scurry to and fro,

The smell of wood smoke on

Cold fall days.

I lift up my face to the suns golden rays.

My memories they still stay.

With a light happy step and a big wide smile,

Let’s sit, let’s talk for a long, long while.

My memories are wonderful of days gone past.

Lets sit I’ll share them with you at last.