Memory of home
Pine trees green as emerald against the blue sky,
Waving their branches as I walk by
Sun shining bright as a marigold flower blooms,
Behind my figure dark against the warm ground my shadow looms,
I see a small blue house with a brick chimney,
A wooden porch standing
Looks so beautiful so majestic to me.
I close my eyes and breathe in deep
The smell of the country so sweet to me,
Towards the small patch of dark woods I go
Chilly breeze, crunchy leaves under my feet as I roam,
This, this is home to me the home i yearn for so tenderly,
In my memory it looks so small yet standing here
It all comes back.
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