Sitting here under an old shady tree I heard
voices of school children from afar;
Though vague in the distance it left me
reminiscing mem'ries of long ago.
Ah, our voices when we were young
And, oh so true!
Untiringly climbing hills and mountains;
Walking and singing in the rain.
We built and shouted our dreams
of who we will be decades from then,
Until our voices echoed in the cliffs;
And thousand times returned to us.
Now, here under the old shady tree,
I mumble, "oh, childhood, where art thou? "
And as the voices vanish,
the echo perpetuates in my heart.
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