glory days, memories that stay in my mind like unseen breeze of air, a childs play, a comfort spot, a farm that made you stand still just to see it's beauty. it is the walks, the smell of earth, the sunsets that seemed to have gone on for thousands of miles, a star that seemed so close you good touch, and a hand that carried you through. chopping cotton with the help of family an friends, it would be remembered like this, a smile, those glory days of life, from miles around i can see growth, mother earth touched the ground we walk on, what a greation we have, to never forget such beauty, is to never forget time of happeness, childhood thought's, the soil underneath your feet, ponds that cooled you off, a tree that shield you from the sun, and conversations of tells from grandparents that kept your attention. to go forward is to remember. and to think of the past is to no that it existed.
