From Ottawa

© 2008 Ed Moore
All Rights Reserved

An evening snow
A crackling fire
My thoughts drift far away

Another year
Another time
Another place and day

That stream in Montana
On a warm afternoon
Valley laughter long ago

My sister’s reflection
In the babbling brook
Living life’s ebb and flow

Our picnic lunch
Your warm, sweet smiles
Wisdom in your eyes

There are days to come
Fish to catch
Tall tales and lullabies

Grandpa’s cast
Grandma’s looks
My tear drops do not lie

Days of hope
Years of joy
Oh, the echos in my mind

Voices I love
Faces I see
It’s these things I come to find

The smell of pine
Pasty pies
Scents linger in my mind

Dusty roads
Tree-filled hills
They’re not so hard to find

The jokes we told
The laughs we shared
I loved them all so well

Memories now
Above the clouds
Warm hearts light my way

An evening snow
A crackling fire
My thoughts drift far away

Another year
Another time
Oh, how I treasure them today
Oh, how I treasure them today

From Ottawa

Ed Moore

Mission Viejo, United States

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I wrote this on a snowly plane flight from Ottawa to Detroit one year. I was feeling lonely, and this song lyric just popped into my mind. The next thing I knew, the flight was over, and I was flying from Detroit to my home in San Francisco.

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