Memory Lane

Memory Lane

© by Bud Lemire on March 31, 2014

Although the trees are gone, that were once called Memory Lane

We remember where they were, with memories in our brain

And we are taken back through our own memories of long ago

Of an Escanaba in our childhood, that had touched our soul

Each of us have different ones, of the things we did

Early life experiences, of a time when we were a kid

We've grown much older, but the memories remain

As we travel Escanaba, right down Memory Lane

As a kid we spent a lot of time at Ludington Park

And smelting at the old Wells Bridge in the dark

Digging worms on the island, I went with Mom and Dad

I picked wild peas on the shore, they didn't taste too bad

Sleeping in the Station wagon, in the back driveway

Talking all through the night, until the next day

Playing kick the cans with the neighborhood gang

And the Birthday song that the family sang

Climbing Horseshoe Hill, seeing miles everywhere

Going down Memory lane, always takes me there

The trees and the motel may be long gone

But continues in our memories and in this song

I remember the trees that marked Memory Lane

And being it is a special part of Escanaba's history,

I've included them in this poem