GOING BACK TO BLUE RIVER OF MY CHILDHOOD,
SO MANY HOLIDAYS AWAY FROM THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD.
DRIVING IN ON HIGHWAY 12,
DOWN ICY STREETS WITH THE HOLLYBERRY SMELL.
NORTH OF TOWN IS STILL MY BROTHERS' FISHING SPOT,
UNDER TALL PINES THAT I'VE NOT FORGOT.
SQUIRRELS PLAYING HIGH IN THE MISTLETOED TREE LIMBS,
WHILE WE INDULGED IN LEISURELY WHIMS.
MY BIG BROTHER TRYING TO PLAY A HARMONY GUITAR,
THINKING HIS COLD PORCH DREAMS WOULD GO FAR.
THE AFTERNOON FRISCO RAILROAD TRAIN
WOULD SOMEDAY TAKE HIM TO MUSIC FAME.
STOPPING AT FAIRCHILD'S FAMILY GROCERY DURING A SNOW STORM;
THEN, ON TO THE ROFF MOVIE THEATRE WITH ITS SEATS SO WORN.
LATER GOING HOME PAST THE OLD WOODEN SKATING RINK,
WE CANNOT RESIST BUNYARD'S DRUGSTORE HOT CHOCOLATE DRINK.
MOTHER'S FRESH BAKED PECAN PIE ON THE WINDOW SILL;
THE SCENT WAFTING TO US DOWN THE HILL.
DAY AFTER DAY IN THIS VA HOSPITAL BED,
I ALWAYS GO BACK TO CHRISTMAS AT BLUE RIVER IN MY HEAD!