ELLEN DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE


  I think of how she liked to run through the 
  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 
  Smile 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