Where Golden Needles Lie...

I Remember when, We ran down by the creeks bend. The summer days we'd spend. We were playmates, we were friends..Holding onto each others hand, knee deep in the stream bed we'd stand. Sun sparkling down over head. Innocent promises, we said. Only our dreams lie yet ahead. I remember when, we'd climb trees that bent and swayed. Then underneath we played, where golden needles laid...Your It! Tag! ... Those old memories don't fade, they're still like Yesterday... And I remember warm nights in september. A moon so white, with a smile so tender. All darkness surrendered, as ghostly shadows bowed, and were rendered, by their silent contender. And beams were glowing all around, their arms casting down. Pointing to a path, showing on the forest floor. Guiding the way to an entrance a door. To another world, another realm to explore...With each night different than before. As a hoot owl calls out ever more...And a startled meadow lark soars. Day break hits the shore...My heart feels a prick...But, My mind ignores. As I pick up my branch and dark off with my sword! Off to play... underneath, where, the golden needles lay.