A country farm house in a small town.
Everybody knows because news gets around.
Dreaming of bright lights and big buildings.
Buildings where you have to squint to see the ceilings.
I finally got out and moved far away.
When I left I never thought I would miss it this way.
The sound of birds and the warm sun.
Fresh air when the day has just begun.
Sweet tea, watching the sun rise.
Friendly neighbors, kindness in their eyes.
A loving hug and open door policy.
No one locks their door, they just ask for privacy.
Big trucks and playing in the mud.
Country music as a new spring buds.
Small churches and singing from hymnals.
Everybody is welcome even the hardest criminal.
Small grocery stores and Sunday bargains.
I would do anything to see those again.
But what I miss most of all….
Homemade crafts at festivals in fall.
This is where I am from.
Everyone is welcome.
Won’t you come?