Little Home Town

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I couldn't be happier than I am today

I woke up with a big smile on my face.

I don't know why but could possibly be

that it was sunny and as bright as it could be.

I miss the sun

And the hot humid Texas air

I miss the warmth

and the breeze that ruffled hair.

The sky was a bright light blue

Not a cloud in sight on the canvas hues

The wheat fields would bend gracefully

Like a dance that no one can describe perfectly.

The contrast of Gold and Blue

Makes me miss the country and cicada's I grew up to.

I remember swimming in a pool of blue

so cool and enticing, the place I learned to,

Swim, and dive turn in circles around

Cool against hot, hot against cool, no sound

would quake or disturb this place

The giant old oak ruslting and leaves as soft as lace.

I used to climb that tree and chase my dog,

Roll in the dirt and drive through the thick fog

I would be roudy and wild, as free as I could be

But when I left some years ago, I left behind a piece of me.

Sure, I've moved and been everywhere in the western half of this country,

but only one place I can call home, and I'll say so, even if it kills me.

My heart belongs in that small town in a big state,

and when I go back, I can't help but feel complete.

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