I understand it now,
what my parents said to me.
Of times of old, of thoughts untold,
A time when they were free.

They ran through fields,
Golden in the sun
And Fished in muddy dams.
They watched the rain,
felt the winds untamed
Saw the beauty in the land.

As I grow old, my mind goes back
To all my younger days
The ones I loved, the prairie wide
Over and over it plays.

And I can't wait until the day
When I can swing from that old bough,
Of the tree that stood in Grandma's yard.
I understand it now.