When the sun
beams down on a hot June day
I'm reminded of days of old,
When every hour saw children at play
Beneath sparkling patches of gold.
There were no cares in those old times
Only bird song, laughter, and joy,
The parents made up funny rhymes
For each carefree girl and boy.
Bee sang their songs in an old oak tree
And told many a glorious tale,
Of sweet clovers and flowers all there for bees
In the meadow, the creek bank, and vale.
When animals walked up without any fear
To people when they came by,
And stood beside the 'coon and deer
Never hearing a harsh sound or cry.
What a joy it would be to live there today
In those wonderful days of old,
Where only the children and animals play
Beneath glorious patches of gold.
Jane E. Slone
6/6/76
Revised 6/18/07
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