Oh how the spring air takes me to the place and time
lost only that still remains alive in my mind.
I find the child hood memories of Shrewsbury
was the happy time with the three pigs I had.
I was glad to when I could go and feed my pigs
there is where I sing and tell them
my about my mom and dad.
The hours passed quickly by
as my mind still finds time to revisit
those innocent child hood memories.
I drove by the house I used to live
all is changed the pin has been torn down
my home in Shrewsbury is not the same.
I want to find blame; I know nothing will ever
remain the same.
Time must continue, and that is what
makes things change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem