Strawberry fields

As we run along the strawberry fields

We tie the tall grass to trick the boys

We call them from afar

Come get us we call

They run like mad

When all of a sudden they fall feeling sad

We must run faster now

They are angry we hurt their pride

So as we reach the old barn in the field

We see the beauty of the forest surrounding it

Fruit filled trees fill the empty ground

Colours of red and green

Some old rusty ones as well

The shadows of the trees shelter us from the sunlight rays

Thinking back those were the days

Long and hot

Nothing to do

Only hang around and wonder

Along the forest fields of new

As our foot prints are left in the ground below us

We see the old house right in front of us

We wonder in and have a look

Old papers are scattered everywhere

The fireplace that once told stories

Still remained there

The trees surrounding this place

Hold memories of old and new

Who knows what they say if they could

Who knows what went on in this place?

Sitting in the hay barn we all talk for hours

Until its time to dodge the electric wire, bull, badger, fox and bees

I stop in my hurry for home

I look back and wonder just what went on

It feels like the ghosts of the past

Are waving goodbye for now

And waiting for our return

For now they bid us goodnight

So as the trees hang silently

And the meadow stands silently

Let the moon filled sky

Sparkle down in it

Until dawn brings another story