Fading memories of mine,
along years of time gone by,
And yet, for reasons unknown
that it's hard to forget the moment we met,
and said to each other:
"so long, my friend, and goodbye."
Had traveled the land
and crossed the sea,
A young man was venturous
as one could ever be.
Yet, in this town the familiar songs and golden oldies
turned anew and somewhat strange.
in the mid-winter of that year,
The day was bitter
as cold as it used to be...
A greeting was warm
at the door of thee,
"Welcome to my house",
"Thank you". We then had hot tea!
It was the accent of yours,
Reminded me the old song
I heard before in the "Cheers".
Or at the center of Cambridge,
"Yankees are in town, game Six!"
Let's pick up a few New England' leaves,
because the foliage is its best in the fall;
Keep these colorful nature between the pages of your novel,
We will be back to read them all.