Stay Gold

Memories of, the sun shinning in threw the windows, of my Grandparents bedroom. The black cat in the barn, howling out his own tune. The silvery light across the fields, when there's a full moon. All of these memories, that mean so much to me, got to get down on my knees, be thankful for these. The tractor pulling the plow, the milking of the cows. And Papa teaching me how, ..things sure a lot different now. But I can go back in time where its all in my heart and in my mind..Down that old dirt road that winds, and the magic that I find. The smell of the earth, the logs stacked by the hearth, is what gives living worth! ..Wish all could know, such peace in their soul! Even though, its from the days of old, somethings Always Stay Gold!