To find time in
places,
Find places outside
time,
Where the year does
not matter,
And surrounded by the
latter,
You feel past and
present,
In the place where
you stand,
On a main street of
old,
Made of western wood,
Where families own
the shops,
And the food smells
good,
Where the old wooden
church,
Has stood the test of
time,
Watching story after
story,
Pass on the street
below,
Lives within a song,
A song within motion,
In a town that formed
a gate,
A gateway to the
west,
For they came by
train,
Unto the Castle
House,
They set off by
morning,
To set upon their
land,
Raising food from the
earth,
By the sweat of their
hands,
I came with my
family,
In our quest for
life,
Where the sun sets
anew,
With each passing
day,
And we found new
promise,
Amidst time forged
ways,
Hearing Sir and Mam,
The person that I am,
Seeing change as
growth,
Building strong on
what is good,
Walking by the lake
side,
Knowing what I
should,
Under the pepper
trees,
Where water birds do
play,
Mixing past souls
with the present,
Where Lakeside Inn
once stood,
In a town amidst the
hills,
Is where I have my
fill,
With peace and joy I
live,
With my family by my
side,
For this place to us
did give,
And its called
Lakeside.
