Down Memory Lane
If I had power to choose from life Just one day to relive and hold for aye Like a stuck record on a phonograph The self-same strain forever play- It would be the day we wandered with our little brood, Beside the river on it's quiet way. There everything in nature seemed extremely good And heaven not so very far away. The autumn leaves were sifting down in showers; The autumn sun was shining warm and bright The air was fresh with summer's dying flowers While overhead were southbound birds in flight. We ate our picnic lunch and stopped awhile In step with nature who was pausing , too To catch the last of summer's smile The first of autumn's wonders ,fresh and new. Now when the cares of life press hard about And threaten to engulf me, too I often take this treasured memory out And muse on it until it lives anew. If all of life were golden autumn days Perhaps we'd lose the wonder by and by. But to my Lord I raise this hymn of praise For giving me this memory -that will never die.
Janice Weeks, Chamberlin, Hankins, Rogers