I miss the old days, <br /> I miss the gentle ways, <br /> I miss the county fairs. I miss the old folks, <br /> I miss my brother's jokes, <br /> I miss concerts in the park. I miss the quiet talks, <br /> I miss the sunday walks, <br /> I miss the forest paths. We had not much in material ways, <br /> No malls, T.V. or electronic rays. <br /> No atom bombs, jets or star wars threats, <br /> But we had what I'd never trade. A church bells melodic chime, <br /> Full blooming trees to climb. <br /> Deep fern covered woods to roam, <br /> A wondrous, moving Kipling poem. Country fairs and skating rinks, <br /> Porch swings with rusty creaks. <br /> Tandem rides through the park, <br /> Hand held walks in the dark. No Fear<br /><br />Joyce Marie Hayes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-miss-6/
