Childhood Haunts

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The sun was hot, the wind was blowing,

    And, Oh, my spirits they were flowing.

My sould must go with the wind that blew,

    To my own soul I must be true.

I grabbed a sweater, blue and bright,

    And took to walking, objective in sight.

My travels took me down the road and through the trees.

    I wonder who, so long ago, had planted these.

Along the way I crossed the bridge, 

    And climbed to the top of a very low ridge.

Upon the ridge was a wooded spot,

    And in those woods I chose to stop.

A small graveyard in those woods lay,

    And there upon a stone, I sat and stayed.

The sun was warm upon my face/

    The wind blew my hair all out of place.

The sun and sky above, the grass and flowers low.

    The past here behind me, the present there below.

To that place in years gone by,

    I used to go, my future to decide.

And now, that those future times are here,

    These times that I hold so very dear.

I wonder if in times of stress,

    When I am worried or depressed,

If I could find a place like that out there,

    I fear not, and that's not fair.