Come with me friend as down this road I trod,

That which leads to yesteryear and the poster boards of Tomorrow.

Hold fast my hand as I lead the way,

Beyond the curtain called the veil of reality and her dream.

I’ll lead the way for you to follow,

If only you the path would show me this day.

Come with me friend as past the white washed fences we walk,

Beyond the dappled shadows of the willow tree the grass we softly tread.

Where the honey bees they buzz while hard at work,

Their humming pitched to nature’s tune an orchestra unheard.

Perhaps while the clouds they pass us on a warm breeze,

The song of the brook trout we’ll hear.

Ah such joy upon an old dirt path lined unevenly with pebbles,

Laughter paves the river stones which line this bed of clay.

Oh sweet serenity’s song we’ll dance to,

As under the maypole we lie upon our backs.

One can almost hear the chimes a ringing,

As ma calls dinner from the old bard hayloft doors.

Oh a rushing we’ll a go that hour,

Carousing toward hearth and home.

With fresh baked bread and the scent filled air wafting our way,

Is that honey rye, or fresh cracked wheat muffins- oh the joy of those simple days.

So walk with me my friend you see,

Down memory lane I’d love to go.

Where the leaves float on air as if dancing upon the rhine,

In paired cascades of heavenly inspired timelessness.

Come with me down this old road long untrodden,

The way is safe as only a mirror could show.

Cast your cares aside as from the rickety gate we depart

For the journey we’ve yet to finish is not quite done you see.

How much farther you ask should we have to walk?

Why friend we’ve not even begun you see.

Your cares and worries they cling like false hope,

Let them go and cast ‘em aside like the used rubbish they are.

For a calm blue pond with glistening rainbow trout await,

Ever said no to a shady tree and lemonade- I think not.

So trousers in hand and a basket we’ve packed,

Come walk this path of a lovely lavender green.

Ahead just beyond the bend- almost there,

I can hear the others calling don’t let go quite yet.

Oh friend this far we’ve come tis a wonderful sight!

Cool breeze across my cheeks I can hear rain far off you see.

So a wandering have we gone and astray I’ve not led you,

For wonderment was always a favorite past time of mine.

To take just a moment to reflect- to wish – to Hope….

Oh yes hope we shall as the pond we reach.

You can let go now friend, as you see we’re here.

And the river’s edge where the waters play .

Where yesteryear and tomorrow flow smooth and swift,

Into the pathway lined by a red bed of soft clay.

That which makes today a light for the evening,

The will-o-wisps they’ll show you now.

They’ll show you of love and her un ending joy,

Of the twinkling of her eyes framed by starlight.

Of moon beams and sun dreams within the space of a rose petal.

And the fantastical dew you can drink!

Oh friend please do not be dismayed,

I know that this too shall not last.

Our dreams are of night’s making,

Our lives of the daylight.

Worry not friend for this to pass away you see.

For here you can dream living anytime you like.

So Please hold my hand as you show me the way.

I seem to have lost my footing oh no!

It is I who needs you to lead me by the hand,

As the way I show you be brave with me you see.

I’ll come with you friend as past the white washed fences we walk,

Beyond the dappled shadows of the willow tree the grass we softly tread.

While the clouds they pass us on a warm breeze,

Ah such joy upon an old dirt path lined unevenly with pebbles,

Laughter paves the river stones which line this bed of clay.

I’ll follow you friend as down this road we trod,

That which leads to yesteryear and the poster boards of tomorrow.