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.