SNAPSHOTS IN THE MIND
Memory is such a funny thing
Those snapshots in the mind
Of smells and sounds of childhood scenes
The dusty walk down the long, long lane
The flowers along the way
Where daisies and weeds intertwine in the ditch
And grasshoppers love to play.
The country school where I learned to read
And crayons were a good source of art
The spelling match, and arithmetic,
And poems we learned by heart.
Yes, the camera of the mind is a funny thing
Those snapshots of the past
Captured one day and locked away
Where our memory holds them fast.
Written by Joan Rowden Hart, 12.17.01
Copyright Joan Hart 2002
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