I long for the life of simplicity
Fireplaces, wood stoves and coal oil lamps
There was no gas nor electricity
Just storm cellars and root cellars that were cool and damp
Almost everybody lived on a farm
The family raised their own food and lived in tranquility
Children could play in the fields and woods and come to no harm
But only after they did their chores and learned responsibility
Neighbors would walk for miles after a storm
regardless of the weather or circumstances
Just to insure their friends had come to no harm
They would help each other clear trees and branches
After church on Sunday families would blend
They usually took turns at whose house they would visit
The women would sit on the verandah and watch the children
No matter what the kids did some one would catch it
The men would sit in the shade and smoke their pipes
They would discuss the weather and the clouds in the west
The market price of crops and the politicians hype
The good old days they were the best
Written by: Cecil Montgomery
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Midi "Memories" is used with permission
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