Willow Springs, Missouri 1920s
If I could turn the clock back
And live my life once more,
I believe I’d take a slower pace,
Not hurry like before.
I’d live my life in Willow Springs
When faith dispelled all worry,
When fireflies lit summer skies,
And breezes sighed, "Missouri."
When school was taught with chalk on slate,
Each hour marked by a bell,
Luncheon served from paper bags,
And a pint of milk was swell.
When horse and buggy still raised dust
And little Fords were few,
When little girls weren’t exempt from lust,
But little boys had no clue.
When belts were worn with shirts tucked in,
And Pomade clogged our comb,
When we took our best girl to the dance, and
Palms caressed while walking sweetheart's home.
I know it’s just a silly dream.
I know it can’t come true.
I know it just sounds foolish now
To share it here with you.
But my wish for every one of us
Is that we’ll live each minute,
Treasure every hour of life
And every loved one in it.
Cling tightly to those days gone by
When faith dispelled all worry,
When fireflies lit summer skies,
And breezes sighed, "Missouri."
Shannon Thomas Casebeer
