Yesteryears

Oh take me back to the yesteryears,
When the sight of the flag brought forth real tears.
When Old Ma Perkins, on the radio,
Depicted life and filled the soul.

Before we knew sunshine was bad,
And good times were the ones we had.
There were no Nikes for us to wear,
As most of the time our feet were bare.

We always ate our meals at home,
And few of us, even had a phone.
Saturday nights were for a trip to town,
Where friends and neighbors all gathered around

In the general store with itís potbellied stove,
That bore witness to the tales that were told.
Life was simple, but we didnít care,
We were happiest, when we could share. 

 (c) 2002 Loree (Mason) OíNeil

 
 
 

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