ELLEN DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE


 I think of how she liked to run through A 
 field of flowers,

 A smile so bright, as if not a care in her world,
 Memories.

 We swam in the lake, laughing under the hot Summer 
 Sun,

 Walking to school on cool, Fall mornings, playing 
 Along the way.

 She went away, such a sad day as my friend went 
 Far away,

 I still see her running through that field with her 
 Snile so bright.

 If I listen on quiet nights I hear her splashing in  
 The water, her laugh,

 I walk to school in the morning wondering if she is by 
 My side or near.

 I get tears because Ellen doesn't live here anymore.

                Keith Garrett