The days of long ago
The days of long ago goes back to playing in the school
yard.
Taking strolls alongside the school yard fence.
Watching the ducks playing in the pond.
Feeling and hearing the whispering of the wind in the trees.
Watching the birds singing from their branches.
The days of long ago brings back memories of laughter.
Reminder of simple fun without a cost except time.
We were all free children playing without fear.
Physical or sexual abuse was a very rare thing.
Little boys and tom girls could be seeing swinging from tree Living without fear was a way of the young and innocence.
Oh such freedom looking back on the days of long ago.
Gentle wind not just blowing in the trees but against the skin
Rolling landscapes tumbling over rolling grass down the hill.
Days of long ago reminds me of the freedom being children.
Play was play fun was simple and life worth living.
Rolling in a stock of hay was like rolling down the hillsides.
Today brings back to memory when once as children we all come together. Having fun in the big old school yard of yesterday
Growing up enjoy that which belongs to them child-like attitudes. Yes growing up we were like tender trees by the rivers. Days of long ago brings back the simplicity of a community.
Raring up young men and women with the ability to give back.
Those were the days when one child hurt everyone would come to the rescue to find out what happen. Someone would wipe the blood away from the scrape, others would say its OK it won’t last. Gone are the days of long ago when children and people once cared. Yes my friends the days of long ago are days that I will not trade for the modern day way of community living.
Days of long ago brought families together.
The schools were learning ground
Together we were all working in making difference
Back then we were a caring family.
How sad it is today everyone wants individual identity for the wrong reason. Resulting further and deeper into the fragmentation of the family structure and future disparity.
Oh how broken with the days of long ago here no more.
Watching the ducks playing in the pond.
Feeling and hearing the whispering of the wind in the trees.
Watching the birds singing from their branches.
The days of long ago brings back memories of laughter.
Reminder of simple fun without a cost except time.
We were all free children playing without fear.
Physical or sexual abuse was a very rare thing.
Little boys and tom girls could be seeing swinging from tree Living without fear was a way of the young and innocence.
Oh such freedom looking back on the days of long ago.
Gentle wind not just blowing in the trees but against the skin
Rolling landscapes tumbling over rolling grass down the hill.
Days of long ago reminds me of the freedom being children.
Play was play fun was simple and life worth living.
Rolling in a stock of hay was like rolling down the hillsides.
Today brings back to memory when once as children we all come together. Having fun in the big old school yard of yesterday
Growing up enjoy that which belongs to them child-like attitudes. Yes growing up we were like tender trees by the rivers. Days of long ago brings back the simplicity of a community.
Raring up young men and women with the ability to give back.
Those were the days when one child hurt everyone would come to the rescue to find out what happen. Someone would wipe the blood away from the scrape, others would say its OK it won’t last. Gone are the days of long ago when children and people once cared. Yes my friends the days of long ago are days that I will not trade for the modern day way of community living.
Days of long ago brought families together.
The schools were learning ground
Together we were all working in making difference
Back then we were a caring family.
How sad it is today everyone wants individual identity for the wrong reason. Resulting further and deeper into the fragmentation of the family structure and future disparity.
Oh how broken with the days of long ago here no more.
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