Gone are the memories of yesteryear
Gone are the sounds of memories dear,
Now only the lingering vague,
Tantalizing still with past glories.
Oh, gone are the sounds of thrill
Buried in the commercial drill
Even the laughter of the child,
Chirping secrets of the wild,
Grating of the water wheel,
Banging of the bucket of steel,
The cracking of the bullock-cart,
Tinged in the village art.
The base whistle of
The engine’s blast
And the musical race
Of the horseman’s rod.
Oh, how I miss the sounds of the past
Slow and thoughtful till the last,
Loud steam engines puffing along,
Pulling the train with a cooing song,
Galloping horses down the street,
High-heeled shoes to keep the beat,
The grinding stone, now put away,
The clock no longer crows at morn,
Daisy the cow has no barn!
All have gone!
Into eternal oblivion!
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