I was thumbing through the pages of your latest book
When I saw this picture that instantly took
Me back to the days when I was a kid,
Remembering the things that I once did.
There was a youngster sitting in a tree,
The same sloping ground that I could see,
Tall Johnson grass making waves in the wind,
Down in the hollow where the hill would end.
Sitting on that limb I spent many hours,
Dreaming sweet dreams and smelling sweet flowers,
Recovering from the hurts and disappointments of a child,
Knowing that all’s better in the warmth of God’s smile.
Though I appeared to do nothing, I was growing inside,
Storing up memories and a great sense of pride.
It was better than any of our wonderful parks,
My home was in the foothills of the beautiful Ozarks.
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