Cattails along the country side
Growing as the weeping willows droop
Each farm house was cute, they look the same
They each had a unique style in this group

Riding along in a carriage pulled by
A pair of horses down the dusty lane
Going home after the war, a stay in New York
It was strange but missed the spring rain

Victorian house was build by my Grand Daddy
The primrose grew at the golden pond
As a child to hear the old frogs at night
And catch fireflies with memories so fond

The white house with those polish windows
With fine lacy curtains waving so free
At Dusk the brass lantern was lit
For long walks in the evening breeze