I was thinking back to another time,
Way back to when I was a kid;
To a small cottage on Watuppa Pond,
Surrounded by trees and very well hid.

A place for family and friends to go,
Where we gathered most every weekend;
During the summer for some wholesome fun,
Not a single cent did one need to spend.

We would bring food or drinks if we could,
Whatever Mom had at home on the shelves;
But if nothing was what we could bring,
We knew that we were still welcome ourselves.

Every member of the family was there,
Uncles and cousins, Grandmas and Gramps;
Even our Aunts could be found somewhere,
Preparing the food and lighting bug lamps.

Those days seemed much happier then,
We enjoyed just being together;
Be it playing horseshoes or swimming,
It was good to be with each other.

We didn't have to call it a "party,"
It was just a family gathering;
A time when family as well as friends,
To the table all our love we would bring.

I can see everyone's smiling faces,
I still feel the love deep in their hearts;
How I miss those old time gatherings,
But the memories will never part.

Those really were much simpler days,
To those times I would like to go back;
When family love meant so much more,
Now, true gathering places we lack.

Every age has it's own problems,
But our world, it had fewer back then;
It wasn't about the bragging rights,
It had more to do with being a friend.

I thank God for that cozy, red cottage,
For all the sincere hospitality;
For all of the lessons that were learned,
And I thank God for the fond memories.

If I could only go back in time,
I'd a bought that old cottage from my kin;
For a place like that is a rare find,
Where you can feel the love growing within.

My friends, I pray you have memories,
Of some times like the one I've described;
And a place where you can all share your wealth,
A gathering place where love comes alive.