Home 3

Mamas in the kitchen at 4am, I can smell breakfast cooking, fresh ham, eggs n biscuits, with gravy on the side. Time to get this day started, the sun will soon appear. Then Dad would start talking, let's get it all in gear.

I watch the fresh green grass, as the horses run the field, I feel the fresh plowed dirt, under my feet as it's tilled, I smell all the things of home, from the sun to the due, another year has started and all is brand new.

Cows needed tended, chickens needing fed, slop the hogs while feeding, then gather all the eggs. Now it's time for planting, as we plant down every row, we'll watch them as they grow so tall to their own specific plan, another year we'll pick and can, living off the land.

I watch the fresh spring grass as the horses run the fields, I feel the fresh plowed dirt, under my feet as it is tilled, I feel all the things of home, from the sunshine to the due. Another year has come again for us all to start a new.

That's the life I long for, those days that's past away, no longer do I live that life or walk those homeland fields