Open fields and rolling hills
Fruit pies cooling on the windowsill
The smell of coffee and bacon frying
Laundry on the clothesline drying
Barking dogs and croaking frogs
The crickets chirp beneath the logs
Willow trees and honeybees
Desire whispered in the breeze
It was long ago and far away
Those memories from yesterday
But from them hope eternal springs
When I imagine what tomorrow brings