Back In the Day
Back in the day, we once played
In fields were wild flowers grew;
We welcomed the afternoon sun,
And the morning due;
Watching Blue jays tease
In the gentle summer breeze,
Life flowed slowly by,
Like golden streams under an afternoon sky;
That’s how it was, back-in-the-day,
Life was much simpler then;
Not caring if we were soaked by the falling rain,
Or covered by snow,
We were young, and we thought we knew
All there was to know;
We lived to play; we fished, played ball,
rode our bikes, and jumped rope;
Played hide-and-seek down in the hollow;
Skipping rocks, and wading in creeks;
Our days were full of hope;
Hayrides, holding hands,
Sneaking kisses, roasting marshmallows,
Over an open fire,
Football and basketball games,
Cheering in the band-stands;
The bouquet of happiness hung in the air;
That’s how it was, back-in-the-day.
Yes, we used to play
In fields where wild flowers grew;
We welcomed the afternoon sun,
And the morning dew;
That’s just how it was
back-in-the-day.
Janice Bumbalough Marler
August 22, 2007
poetrybyjan@nc.rr.com
By dolores39
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