Those old familiar landscapes
Within my heart are longed,
Though many years have passed now
The time has not assuaged.
The willow trees in springtime,
The ducklings on the pond,
The scent of sweet magnolia
Bring memories dear and fond.
A rustic fence that traveled far
And made a boundary line
Enclosed a world that I knew best
With treasures I called mine.
A sprawling house of many rooms
And stair with spiral rail
Overlooked a broad expanse
That often I would trail.
I've travled to a distant place
Where friends have been so kind,
But old familiar landscapes
Are etched upon my mind.
BETTY COOKE
