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