GOLDEN MEMORIES
by Wilma Millsaps
Golden memories, appear in daydreams,
Time and age, have slowed me down.
And traveling through, my Golden Memories,
Is the way, I get around.
1st. CHO-
Take me back, to the mountains,
Where the wind, blows soft and free.
Mountain steams, trickle slowly,
Over pebbles, in my dreams.
Little wildflowers, dot the grasses,
Of a field, from olden time,
And an old house, sits in silence;
Basking in, the warm sunshine.
Mama singing, in the kitchen,
Cooking cornbread, making pies;
On the front porch, Daddy's whittlin,
Making me, a toy suprise.
Little children, in the sunshine,
Shaking apples from a tree;
Running carefree, through the meadow,
These are Golden Memories.
2nd CHO-
Now I'm old, and I can't go there,
Except to travel, in my mind;
So alone, I'll make my journey,
To the mountains, one more time.
Soon they'll lay me, midst the wildflowers,
Underneath, an old oak tree;
Maybe I will, be a part of,
Someone's Golden Memories.
Repeat 1st CHO-
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