Honeysuckle

Honeysuckle, oh Honeysuckle Watching as you grow In the springtime and summer rain Remembering children's games Remembering still from a breeze Blowing a secret scent From my youth, still are seen Memories, from where I have been. Oh Honeysuckle, precious dream Walking down our road From a boy, unto a man Laughing at growing old Precious dream, and precious life Strolling dream in mind Standing there, in the air Reminded me of a different time. Honeysuckle, oh Honeysuckle Blooming once again In the air, and I’ll be there Longing for your scent, For the boy, who was lost Not ready to survive Then you He caught, and you he taught How to live, and how to smile. Randy L. McClave