the good old days

she is standing in the hallway
i remember this well
Hazel's house was mysterious
the hallway was incredibly long
it was always dark and shadowy
4 closed doors to forbidden rooms
the smell of lilac
as a child i would run down this hallway
but secretly
Hazel forbade us kids to run iside
i would run on my tip toes
usually carrying a six shooter
a red cowboy hat
i knew the bad guys were behind the 4 doors,
one day I opened one of the doors,
it was dark and smelled of funeral flowers,
just as i was about to sneak inside,
to capture an outlaw,,,
Hazel grabbed my arm and swatted my backside!
she yanked me from the room and slammed the door,
i dropped my gun and ran,
those were the good old days..

wkm
Nashville