Voices of Yesteryear
an excerpt from an earlier writing
The memories of our youth are a place of gardens & sweat, Mama's cooking and dinner on the grounds,
Stories and yarns around the old shop as we shared a chew with our best friend, Daddy.
Fishing, quail, bees, harvest and hawg killin',
The sound of an approaching train.
Yes, we have lived life; work and play went together.
There has been pain & suffering, but joy was greater.
As time has passed, we see the saints move on.
Our bodies speak a different language than before; we are old men now.
Our days are numbered, but still room for living!
"I have fought the good fight,
I have finished the race, and I have kept the faith."