At my grandparents one summer day
While resting on the couch in May

I hear the footsteps of what I feel is four men
Marching down the small hallway near the den

They're talking about getting their horses
And riding in and around their courses

I jumped up quickly and ran to hall to see
But there was nothing to see in front of me

Men came through the original dining room, and out the back door.
I was really hoping not just to hear but to see just hopes to explore

I never heard those four men again, or perhaps I was always absent
When they came to visit their old home and missed their enactment

I always thought the way they were walking
Was more to me just like military marching