Fond recollection of the past,
Wagons, wheels, barns, built to last.
A penny for a tasty treat
the table full, with plenty to eat.

Cooked on a wooden stove, or baked inside
Made by a loving mother, made with pride.
Sown in a garden by hard work and toil
Fruits and vegetables, in rich fertile soil.

An apple pie or a berry tart,
Kettles simmering on an open hearth.
Amber honey from a gurded beehive,
Deep in the woods, we finally arrive.

A trodden path, wild flowers,scattered along.
Melodious sounds, birds singing their song
The smell of the fresh morning dew
Two lovers, embraced in a secret rendezvous.

Streams of sunshine peeking through
Melting away the morning dew.
A morning walk, down a country road
A barefoot boy and a green speckled toad.

No burgers or fries or pepsi to go
No TVs, electricity, or videos.
This brings us back to reality,
from the "way it used to be".

Yes, those were the days my friend,
we thought they'd never end.
Gone with the wind, those days,
Life, uncomplicated, it's simple ways

Those were the days, when a pal was a friend.
Take me back there, take me once again
When wagons, wheels, barns were meant to last,
Now, are only fond recollections of the past.