It was puzzles or cards
Playing Tag in the yard
No devices that distract
Our family was intact
We had Carefree days
It was our hillside way
Playing until dark
Our yard was our park
Country life was a slower race
We lived each day at our own pace
We picked bluebonnets or
Indian paints
Down the hill by grandad’s gate
Only, After We did our chores
Could We run out the front door
It was a place and a time in the past
Too bad those days could not last
