Looking For Yesterday

by jaybird1

I sit on my back porch and hear
those lonesome turtle doves.
Sweet memories ever flood my mind,
of long lost dreams and loves.

Country born and country reared,
I walked those cedared hills.
With moon as guide, I oft would hear
hooting owls and whippoorwills.

Our home was plain and simple,
it had no modern frills.
It was just a haven for us all,
set amid those pleasant hills.

In the meadows were the pastures,
where the cows were gently lowing,
where the butterflies were wafting
and the thick wildflowers growing.

We labored hard and steady,
with survival as our goal.
Yet, we felt a deep contentment
'midst the heart of natures soul.

Nostalgia grips us all at times,
these were my youthful loves.
Perhaps, some way I shall return.
Do you hear those lonesome doves?

1995

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Looking For Yesterday

by jaybird1

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