Oak Tree And The Memories (Lance The Lonely) Poem by Lance Carthen

I see a big oak tree.
My mind is transported back in time.
I am back at my grandma's house as a little child.
Plalying imaginery games in the wilderness.
Awaiting my cousins so I could have someone to play with.
Grandmothers house is a place of memories.
Only good ones, no bad, for she wouldnt let sadness be.
I close my eyes and remember.
My heart starts to glow.
I remember us kids walking down and old dirt road.
Throwing stuff over the side of old bridge.
Talking about school, how I was going from fourth to fifth.
We probably even talked out the first girl we kissed.
Things are so very different now.
But if feels so great to reminisce.
Its memories like these every child should have.
Outings to Brady lake, sleeping in cabins overnight.
Getting chased by roosters and mean guinea's too.
Sitting outside talking to Guy as he drank a few.
A time of comic books, toys and going to school.
Going to my grandmothers house meant happiness, I knew.
Every Holiday of every year.
We would be there.
And as I drive my daughter to go play at the park.
I see an old oak, and my mind disembarks.
The memories, happiness, great times of it all.
I always knew I would be happy at my grandmas.