I thought again of prairie fields
And remembered warm summer suns.
I felt the wind that blew back then
And played with my family again.
The big front yard, the pasture gate
Sweet memories swirl around me.
I hold the thoughts tighter now
I’m scared that I won’t remember.
Baseball games at reunion parks
Our families played there together.
The children ran, while old folks looked
And the winners called for their treasures.
We grew older then and some moved on
Black and white pictures replaced the elders.
The family picnics are much smaller now,
I’m missing so many aunts and uncles.
To return once more to yesteryear
Will have to wait for awhile.
I have dreams to share and kids to hug
Before I walk my final mile.