I know a place where lane and woodland meet
Where giant trees look upward at the sky.
Where I, at twilight time, have wandered by
An old rail fence … adorned with bittersweet.
This was a place I loved in boyhood days
When with a can of bait, and bamboo pole,
I wandered to the shady fishin’ hole,
And learned of Nature in so many ways.
Now, in my mind, a dream of youth appears
With memories that make my heart rejoice.
My past now shouts to me … with rising voice,
I hear the echoes of my childhood years.