Here I sit in meadows quite, my world for me for life.
Memories rich with youth still whisper on the breeze.
Mark and Mary, my youngest, playing in the yard -
Hide and Seek in the shade beneath the trees.
Liz and Paul, my oldest, dropping beans in the row
That my Daddy plowed straight with Old Kate.
Then there is my Momma washing clothes in the tub,
And the smell of my Grandma's oatmeal cake.

Here I sit in meadows quite, my world for me for life.
Memories rich with youth still whisper on the breeze.
Biscuit, gravy and jam filled their bellies, and
Long handles protected from the freeze -
While we laid Paul to rest, there on the hill.
He said that Old Hitler had better watch out,
But pneumonia in France stopped his advance.
Momma said his lungs were not very stout.

Here I sit in meadows quite, my world for me for life.
Memories rich with youth still whisper on the breeze.
My grandkids come home, too many to name.
They play Hide and Seek beneath the trees,
And ride Old Kate around the field and yard.
Then everyone goes to visit Paul up on the hill.
They cry and laugh, then laugh and cry as
The smiles, hugs and joy warms away the chill.

Here I sit in meadows quite, my world for me for life.
Memories rich with youth still whisper on the breeze.
I can still see, hear, and feel the grandeur
Each time the wind rustles the Old Oak Leaves.
I know as the metal rusts and the wood rots,
It looks like I am left here all alone.
No, for as long as they see, hear and feel the grandeur
I shall now and forever be, "Their Home."