Down in the Valley - Casey Chizmazia '19

Where the trout stream lay
That's where I call home
As I see my childhood days gone by
Amongst the willows I roam

I come upon a weathered stump
My memory recalls a full grown tree
In my throat there is a lump
This is where my freedom used to be

Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a of toy dogs
It seems that this place of freedom is now for someone new
I hope to always remember this solidarity for it it never fogs  
It seems like forever ever ago oh how this time flew