I can remenber the horses of the pasture   misty mornings and cool of the evenings.   I can remember when the wind whistles   in the corners of the house.      I can feel the fear of the dark   when shaking under   my little bed trying to squeeze   the pillow to my safety      Riding to the grain fields   days of childhood in my memories   flying over the hills unforgettable   over and over again.      In my dreams i live again   my childhood life from night to night.   I could wake with the smell of new-mown hay.   I could wake and taste the blood in my mouth.      I can feel the fear of the dark   when shaking under   my little bed trying to squeeze   the pillow to my safety