Echoes in time, treasured sounds dreamed in my mind,

From a lifetime ago in a place from the past, a town.

Walking in the streets, a simple time remembered,

Shadows, ghosts of friends thought of once in awhile.

Warm Summers with not a care in the world for us,

Young were we as if today might be yesterday.

With the wind the years are swept away into today,

The voice of a woman, a girl brought from a distant day.

Children were we just a moment ago, only a moment ago,

From a man to a woman again i might know, images of children,

Thoughts of a place sometimes traveled in my mind alone.

Keith Garrett