Daydreaming
Sometimes, I catch myself daydreaming,
As my thoughts take me back home,
To the wide open spaces,
And the people I'd once known.

I remember the flowing river,
Where one could have sat all day,
To feel the peace around me,
And to watch the waters play.

I still see the big old bridge,
Where I stood to watch the view,
And every time I stood there,
I was pleased with something new.

I still can feel the country air,
Blowing soft and smelling sweet,
Playfully swaying the grass and trees,
And buttercups at my feet.

Not a worry in this whole world,
Did I have while I was there,
It's as if that flowing river,
And I had dreams to share.

Someday, I hope that I can go,
Back to my old home town,
To the easy country living,
And to the peace that I once found.