Dreaming of times gone past, when time moved slow, and memories did last.
To sit and watch the sun set down, not driving home with a frown,
With windows open.. smells of pine, no air conditioner unit whine,
No sounds of DS games I hear, just whistling birds delight my ears.
The sights and sounds of small farm life, to hear it now, might ease my strife.
But how to fund this dream of mine? Come on Lord, send me a sign!
-------- Anna Schaar (dated 8/20/2009)
