Can you hear the laughter
Traveling through the air
From the long-lost echoes
Of yesteryear;
When the children played
‘til the last light of day
Then chased fireflies
And let them guide their way;
Down the worn footpaths
And past the garden fountain
Still alive with the sounds
Time has forgotten;
On any given day
Be still and listen
Transported to a world
That isn’t all that distant;
From the here and now
Where new children play
Along footpaths they run
Through the fountain spray;
To the house on the hill
Where memories stay
As the innocent echoes
Of yesterday
So beautiful…if only those walls could talk…or NOT!!