Woodside is a town you know
A place to play , a place to grow.
Thats WOODSIDE.

The Forty`s and Fifty`s, they were great
The streets were safe to roller skate.
Thats WOODSIDE.

Some memories linger Some memories fade
The memories of WOODSIDE will always remain.
Thats WOODSIDE.

I remember hot summers and cold winter snows
But the memories of WOODSIDE wiil never go.
Thats WOODSIDE.

The stickball,The stoopball and scully
in the street, and Bungalow Bar
Was always a treat.
Thats WOODSIDE.

The el train ,the airplane, the railroad
What noises they made, makes me wonder why anyone stayed.
Thats WOODSIDE.

The rest of my life can never be...
Like the best of my life...
In WOODSIDE.

                          by Anthony Ferrarese

© Anthony Ferrarese