Just lately I went walking <br />On the roads of yesteryear; <br />I went walking through my childhood, <br />When the air was crisp and pure. <br /> <br />I could see the old house standing <br />And the smokehouse, and the well; <br />I could still see my dear mother. <br />As she rang the dinner bell. <br /> <br />I could see my mother's garden <br />And beyond, the briar patch. <br />Oh! Those juicy, ripe blackberries <br />Were well worth each itch and scratch. <br /> <br />In the meadows were the pastures, <br />Where the cows were gently lowing, <br />Where the butterflies were wafting <br />And the thick wildflowers growing. <br /> <br />In the grain field stood my father, <br />He, with others threshing wheat; <br />And I saw a small lad toting <br />Water, for them, in the heat. <br /> <br />Oft, we'd walk the pike to Grandpa's; <br />It was just a mile or two, <br />Past the stream where we went fishing; <br />It was there the willows grew. <br /> <br />Further on the little church stood, <br />Where the parson would expound; <br />Then we'd go into the church yard, <br />To have dinner on the ground. <br /> <br />These scenes, just some of many, <br />In my memories still endure, <br />As I go walking through my childhood <br />On the roads of yesteryear.<br /><br />Joseph Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walk-through-my-childhood/
