I miss a lot
But none as much
The loving thought
Of shooting hoops
On our old dirt court
Alongside Dads
Treasured pigeon coop
Cobbled together Hoppy's
Weathered rabbit hutch
Our world was small
‘Twas all we knew
Dad worked hard
Mom fed us well
Soon we grew
And left the yard
Farewell Pretell
Mean streets
Quaint towns
Wore suits of blue
Adore bonny eyes
Of green and browns
I miss a lot
But none as much
The loving thought
A gladness had
Lasting laughs
Of boastful lads
Faint echo's still
Rouse the past
'Tis God’s Will
For Mom and Dad