Memory From My Childhood in England, Arkansas
Written by Roger Loftis
There is a happy childhood home in my memory I can see.
A little, pink three room house alongside a dusty road beside the railroad tracks, neath the shadow of a big weeping willow tree.
If I only had my way, it would give my heart a thrill just to simply wander back to that little house by the tracks.
Oh, I want to wander back to that shack by the railroad tracks, neath the shadow of that willow tree, I would like to linger still.
Just to be with those I love, joy in my heart would be overfilled. Just to simply wander back to that little three room shack neath the weeping willow tree.
But the saddest of it all, I can never return to that happy childhood home. Matters not how much I yearn.
If I only had my way, it would give my heart a thrill just to simply wander back to that little house by the tracks in England, Arkansas.
Roger Loftis lived in England, Arkansas 1955-1967
The house, willow tree, and railroad tracks no longer exist. Like in the movie, it’s a time and place gone with the wind. That place and time was extreme and difficult, and a struggle for two little girls and three little boys. I often wondered what their future would be. It seems some children can find happiness under the worst of living conditions. These did. Most folks would have looked at us and thought, “Those kids don’t have a chance.” But they beat all the odds and grew up to be more than successful.