Memories of Kulish

Rambling Memories of Kulish

As I rush about my duties

Of my very busy day

I recall those blissful moments

When I’d had the time to play.

Those blissful carefree moments

On those days so long ago

In that wonderful place called Kulish

Where wildest dreams would glow.

There is little now left standing

Of those golden times of old

The old schoolhouse now holds bushels

Of grain grown but yet unsold.

Miles of open grain fields

Wave where trees and forest stood

Where the songbirds trilled their pleasure

And proclaimed that life was good.

The homes that we once lived in

Have been bulldozed down like trees

But we’ll see them all in heaven

In a blaze of memories.

We never rode the school bus

But we walked the road with love

Down the road that was a tunnel

With tall trees that met above.

All those Christmas decorations

Those school concerts we put on

And then walking home at midnight

Two long miles of snow and fun.

I recall the joyous Easters

By the Church we’d have our Plays

That big bell did not stop ringing

For three glorious happy days.

That beloved church from Kulish

Where we solemnly came to pray

Where God reached down to bless us

Is now just ashes far away.

My heart still melts a little

And my eyes with tears still fill

At the touch of a western zephyr

Or the song of a whippoorwill.

When I grow too old and feeble

And when I can rush no more

I will just remember Kulish

And my heart again will soar.