I wish that I could turn back time and go back to yesterday, I’d give it all for just one chance to see those good ole days, I often paint a picture of those days from time to time, Of memories here in my heart of that home of mine. It ain’t hard to find a reason to go back there every day, Drift back in a better time oh how I’d love to stay, See all those friendly faces of those folks that are no more, Recall the tales and stories from those days back long ago. There were stages all around the beach there were lots around the cove, Every man that fished these shores had boats tied to the wharf, Their jigger lines and fishing gear spread all around the shore, Few still fish from time to time but most never no more. The old house where we grew up as been gone now for some time, Broken down and withered like these memories of mine, But I still take a moment to go back there now and then, Walk back through these memories and linger in my head. Those memories they make me smile of a time that is no more, They fade away more everyday like waves upon the shore, Remembering that part of life brings a tear drop to my eye, And they will always be a part of me until the day I die. ~ Peter Jacobs
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 01:55:27 +0000
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