The days were long and dreamy
In the lush green forest of youth
Gravel road lead to wide cavern of mystery
Surrounded by raspberry bushes full
With sweet and ripe offerings
Back down the road to that cottage
Up that slanted driveway
Past the hammock swinging lightly
Under the canopy of trees
Woodshed garage perfumed with cedar
Stacked high to the ceiling
Well water rain barrel leaned lazily
Against the quaint and quiet homestead
Birds fluttered and the jack rabbits played
Chipmunks crossed great stretches of green
Soft and lush beside well worn pathways
Picnic table perched facing afar
To the red roofed farm house miles away
Checker table cloth flapped happily
Awaiting the feast it would host
Sweet corn sauced with fresh dripping gold
Hot within the hands that held it
Drifting into evening where fireflies danced
And stars brighter than the sun punctured the sky
Slumber in the night air
Dreaming of the day