 Click to stop music  Out on the back porch swing I’m carried back into my past On memories bearing wings I close my eyes and fly away Back to someplace in time To treasures from my lifetime Kept safe within my mind I see her catching lightning bugs Filling up her jar Then asking me to find the dipper Hidden in the stars As on my lap she sits I have to act as if I know Exactly what it is That makes a lightning bugs butt glow I see him on a sunny day As at the plate he stands His eyes are on the pitcher His mighty bat in hand The pitcher throws the ball As I am watching in suspense And then I see him send the fast ball Out across the fence Some of the precious memories That I am fondest of Came as me and their mother Watched the product of our love Even though they now are grown I still can see so many things As I am carried back in time On memories bearing wings Jack Roberts - July 12, 2004 |