Gone are the toys, gone are the joys,
Gone is the little girl, gone are the little boys,
Now a memory, memories, sweet memories
Gone are the trees that shaded the ground,
Now a carpet of grass abounds
Gone are those that lived off the land,
Now new folks live where natives once ran
Gone are the fields of peas and corn,
Now a place where memories are born
Gone are the toys, gone are the joys,
Gone is the little girl, gone are the little boys,
Now a memory, memories, sweet memories
Gone are the voices of children so tender,
Now just thoughts of their playing linger
Gone are sounds of their big wheels on concrete
Now scarred that sidewalk is silently discreet
Gone are tree houses and swings,
Now grow vines, bushes, and other things
Gone are the toys, gone are the joys,
Gone is the little girl, gone are the little boys,
Now a memory, memories, sweet memories
Gone is a three-year-old, who learned to ride,
Now an empty hillside is all that resides
Gone, the noise of three children at play,
Now all is silent as when it is time to pray
Gone, gone, gone, gone,
Now an old man sits alone
Gone are the toys, gone are the joys,
Gone is the little girl, gone are the little boys,
Now a memory, memories, sweet memories
Gone, gone, the passing of time,
Now memories put to rhyme
Gone, gone the sin of the poet of grey,
Now thankful God washed sin away
Gone, gone as far as the east from the west,
Now sinful memories put to rest
Gone are the toys, gone are the joys,
Gone is the little girl, gone are the little boys,
Now a memory, memories, sweet memories
Gone from porch swing is the old man,
Now realizing before God he will stand
Gone, gone sins his sin washed away,
Now Jesus our sin did pay
Gone, gone in the passing of time,
Now remembered in simple rhyme
Gone are toys, gone are the joys,
Gone is the little girl, gone are the little boys,
Now a memory, memories, sweet memories
Gone one day the things of earth,
Now in heaven those of second birth
Gone to the Father one by one,
Now that eternal life has just begun
Gone, gone, gone away
Now with Jesus everyday
Gone are the toys, gone are the joys
Gone is the little girl, gone are the little boys
Now a memory, memories, sweet memories
Bobby E. Hopper
(Sitting on the front porch swing at Sugar Ridge)
On July 14, 2012 the front porch swing, as well as the house, completely burned.
Beautiful! And especially more so now than ever.
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