Old Bunch Comb Road

The place where we went
to spend all our time,
where we lost our youth,
both yours and mine -
the place where we learned
how to live life,
a one free of worries,
ones free from strife -
the place where the dirt
was a warm, welcomed sight,
where the city's clutter
couldn't put up a fight -
the place full of freedom,
our home away from home,
void of voices voicing displeasure,
just a way of life, our own -
the place where the breeze blew,
where the leaves fell around,
where our hearts crashed into each other
and all guards and barriers fell down:
on Old Bunch Comb Road,
the place of youth and love
for that moment in time
that only our passion could rise above.