I can remenber the horses of the pasture 

misty mornings and cool of the evenings. 

I can remember when the wind whistles 

in the corners of the house. 


I can feel the fear of the dark 

when shaking under 

my little bed trying to squeeze 

the pillow to my safety 


Riding to the grain fields 

days of childhood in my memories 

flying over the hills unforgettable 

over and over again. 


In my dreams i live again 

my childhood life from night to night. 

I could wake with the smell of new-mown hay. 

I could wake and taste the blood in my mouth. 


I can feel the fear of the dark 

when shaking under 

my little bed trying to squeeze 

the pillow to my safety