Sometimes when the quietness falls
as you sit down to rest
or stroll along a country path
the mind brings back images
full of places people and time
recreating in a moment
things we felt and knew
play it again for me
times of smiling,
times of laughter
when we muse when we muse

sadness too seemed drop in
crash the party stopped the swing
choices done, some regrets,
friends who leave new friends to get
love came by i m glad she did
oasis in the desert there
blue eyed girl with raven hair
stopped a while to camp there
merry go round of people
like the years come and go
and here comes the falling snow