The Time Museum

A nostalgic look at summer's past...


The Time Museum

My world is quickly passing by,
And memories fading with a sigh:
A dog is running upon the lawn;
My sister gives a sleepy yawn;
Summer days so long and sweet;
If only I could return and meet,
All those ghosts of times of joy,
When I was once a little boy,
Digging dams upon the beach;
In dreams I go there, and reach,
Back into the past, as time alive:
Roots from which I still derive,
So much happiness and strength,
Far back in times great length;
The limpet gathering days that
Gave delicious meals for our cat;
Climbing dunes to slide down,
With not a care, without a frown;
Paddling along that distant shore,
The time museum, days before.