I remember times
from long ago,
Much
different from today...
When people were
trustworthy,
In what they had
to say.
When agreements
were done verbally,
And sealed with
a handshake...
Compassion was a
given then,
And few were on
the take.
A smile was
shared with all we met,
Real strangers
were quite few...
In each small
town it seemed to be,
Most residents
we knew.
The women got
together,
To stitch and
sew a quilt...
To share a brand
new recipe,
To discuss how
each felt.
The men would
gather at each others farm,
Make up a
threshing crew...
Or fill the
barn with fresh mown hay,
Hard work was
all they knew.
But years
have changed all of those things,
No time now ever
spent...
On being just a
neighbor first,
I wonder where
those went?
©
01/13/09 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Golden
Ring
