Look Way Back

Sometimes I have to look way back
And force my mind to wander
To old dirt roads and rusty nails
And Coke bottles to squander

To midnight treks along the creek
And summer storms that thunder
Or baseball games with the neighborhood gang
Or old graveyards to plunder

Then up the road to Sharon's house
To ride horses on the trails
Or sitting with Stash up on the hill
And watch him twitch his tail

Back out to the garden in a hot, July sun
To water the tomato plants
"Quit whining, boys", ol' Dad would say
As he'd pull up on his pants

To find a turtle or a frog or two
And ask where they are going
And yet another summer day ends
With Autumn winds a blowin'

The days grow shorter and time runs fast
As school rapidly sneaks upon us
We gathered paper, pens and books
And wait for the yellow bus

Those days are gone, and long since passed
But visions come to see me
I wish I had those days back now
But that can never be

Sometimes I have to look way back
And force my mind to wander
To old dirt roads and rusty nails
And Coke bottles to squander