Back On South Street

Back On South Street

It seems that every Easter I go
Back to my memories
When we lived in a big green house
Surrounded by many trees


The previous week of shopping
Brought new clothes and shiney shoes
That we would wear on Sunday
To sit in our church's pews


Every lady and girl child
Wore fine dresses and Easter hats
The men and little boys
Wore suits that were all that


The church was always packed
With everyone from our town
Many we don't see much
Only when holidays come around


Easter baskets wait for us
Inside our big front door
On sunny days we search the yard
Jut like the year before


Brightly colored eggs are scattered
Hidden amid the flowers
Sure some pushing does prevail
As we search for about an hour


Chocolate bunnies and jelly beans
Are passed around to all
Enough to make the little kids
Bounce happily off the wall


As we compare our baskets of treasures
Baked ham is smelling sweet
Along with Yams and all the fixin's
That make this day complete


We sit down at the table
The family is gathered there
As we pray and thank our Savior
We've been taught to be aware


Amid the fancy clothes and gifts
That give this day a lift
It was Jesus and His sacrifice
That has led us to this gift


Marian
April 24, 2011
Easter Sunday