Peach Trees

Memories of old.
They're in my mind wandering, pretending to be asleep.
Pretending they don't have a hold.
Like still waters they run deep.

Memories of times spent climbing the peach tree.

Memories of old.
They stir at the oddest times
Stirring to make me want to pull them out of the folds.
Pull them out of mind look at them line by line.

Memories of times spent climbing the peach tree.

Memories of old.
Life so simple standing on top of the world.
Standing free and bold.
Clay colored girls, promising to marry rich men.
Promising to always be friends
Promising to be more than what we could see.

Memories of times spent climbing the peach tree.