Good times

A cool breeze
Guitar in the distance
and friends gathered round
Softly talking and laughing
About high school.

Sitting on the old wooden porch
Looking out at the tobacco fields
A dog in the distance sounding off in the heat of a chase,
He just might conquer.

Memories new and old, old love and new,
A peaceful feeling comes over me as i look back on my life
And i have to smile.

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