Going back in timeway before I was alivethe days of the all naturalways to grow foodin clean rich soilthe chickens out backhatching eggs for youto go and collectthe milk mandropping off the casesof thickened glassbottles of freshmilkthe rolled up newspapershitting the doortossed by a kid makinga buck wheeling a bicyclelet's take it backto when things werebettereven there wereclouds.