Remember when we walked the Glen down to the Manor and back again just passersby to grass and sky with inlet smiles and sunlit eyes The Cicada's call danced on the air the river rolled without a care nature's breath was everywhere Remember when we walked no more stopped skipping stones along the shore with buried secrets in closet walls we dodged each other in narrow halls We lost ourselves and raised the kids crossed crooked lines and hit the skids then peeled apart like our parents did Remember when we walked the Glen down to the Manor and back again just passersby to grass and sky with inlet smiles and sunlit eyes Does love lie dormant at the Glen under rotting leaves and muddied Zen or is Wolfe's "You can't go home again" as true as dirt and oxygen The fireflies we used to chase went dark forever without a trace and we chose to leave love's warm embrace Remember when we walked the Glen down to the Manor and back again just passersby to grass and sky with inlet smiles and sunlit eyes
