Saturday, January 14, 2012
The Patch of Grass Where We First Met
Meet me at the patch of grass where we first met. Boy, how the times
have past. I remember the days when we used to play games and the older
folks would call us energetic rugrats. We'd slide and run, swing and
sway among the grassy fields of the summer sun. Too young to understand
the worlds problems and only caring about the solutions of catching
raindrops on the tips of our tongues. We'd get boo boos on our thumbs
and, oh, remember when the cherry blossoms petals covered the ground in
their pink crumbs. Smiling, free, climbing trees, what happened to those
times? What happened to you and me? So for old times sake let me just
say...on your mark, get set, to meet me at the patch of grass where we
first met.
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