I remember that big old house
Sounds funny you might say
I was three or four
How can I remember back to those days
It pops to mind, little flashbacks
Mommy running down to put coal in
The living room, the kitchen
Running and playing, my head in a spin
Oh, the nights Mommy had to say
If I have to come in there
We laughed and giggled anyway
As if to send a special little dare
My fondest memories, that big old porch
Me and Bobby played for hours
Tea parties, baby dolls, cowboys, indians
The memory drenches my mind in showers
Out in back I remember it
Hudson Lake, didn't seem like much left
Kind of swampy and dried up
Memories of a place I adored
Just bits and pieces here and there
That place, New Carlisle
Back in Indiana
Vague, faint memories...
On which I can still smile



Written by:
Sally Matheson
6/15/2002



~ Hudson Lake ~