I walk down the small path br bordered either side by bluebells. br As I walk down the path br which I have done hundreds of times before. br There is a stirring in the trees, br which prompts my memories, br of faces that have come and gone br over the passing years. br Also comes back the laughter br that never seems to subside br and all the jokes br we’ve played on one another. br I smiled as I stopped for a moment br to look around at everything there. br It seems like only yesterday br that I came along here, br but in reality, the years have flown by. br Some faces I remember br will never be coming back to visit, br while the others I might see someday. br Even when the sad day comes br when I can’t come anymore. br I will leave with many photographs br in my memory store. br A few more steps I take br and the town comes into view br along with friendly faces br on the boardwalks there. br There are a few whose names I forget, br but the faces I know so well br in this little town br I call my home away from home.