The Willow Way

Journey with me if you will, to a place a silent hill, called The Willow Way Where the horses graze, through out the days, and the little red foxes play A white chalky road, within this heavenly abode, shows us the way The rain gently falls, on the grassy halls, as the trees begin to sway A little creek does flow, a gentle wind does blow, at The Willow Way The air so clear, none will fear, on this, the most special day When neighbors call, we gather for the ball, in the month of May Ice cream cones, and skipping stones, at night the fireworks display Dressed in white, you are the light, that fills my heart today A flower in your hair, no worldly care, delightfully gay When a moment was found, and life did abound, filled with the light of day Such were days, when children played, at place called, The Willow Way