Tuesday, 19 February 2013

I remember, I remember

I remember, I remember
I remember, I remember
The mustard coloured house where I grew up
The bright green trees during the summer, rustling in the wind
The forest in the backyard begging for adventures
That little creek that trickles through the dense trees
Branches cracking as animals scurry;
Children running in a hurry,
As mother's call “It's time for dinner!”

I Remember, I Remember

I remember, I remember 
The house where I was born, 
The little window where the sun 
Came peeping in at morn; 
He never came a wink too soon 
Nor brought too long a day; 
But now, I often wish the night 
Had borne my breath away.

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