Memory Play

As I part the swirling mists of memory
And view my thousands of yesterdays
I pick and chooses among them
Those that best my memory plays

I see Grandma by the garden gate
As it was in days gone by
With her rock garden blooming 'round her
And that age old twinkle in her eye

There's Grandpa coming from the barn
Arms full of seeds, water, rake and hoe
And together they will plant their garden
Trusting the earth and God to make it grow.

I remember well the dusty road
That passed right through our farm
And how we would wave to those passing
From the garden, yard or barn.

Then there was the old milk creek
That through our pasture made its way
The swimming hole where kids would gather
For a cool dip on a hot summer day.

I see the days when winter was upon us
And the ground was white with snow
We would hitch the horses to the bobsled
And wood cutting we would go.