Back Home

Back home is where they say,
The heart is left to rest.
Where a pair of jeans and t-shirt,
Are considered to be well-dressed.

You can sit and doze the day,
With your feet in a river bend.
Recall your high school glory,
Perhaps your first girlfriend.

Driving past your old church,
Or where your parent's went to school,
The park where you proposed,
And the store you bought the jewel.

Recall the skies always blue,
The clouds that float above.
Here things happen for a reason,
That everyone likes to call love.

You could close your eyes,
It would still be there.
The rays shining on your face,
And the smell of home's air.

The world seems smaller,
As if it's yours to roam.
Everything seems a little clearer,
When you go back home.

Familiar sights and sounds,
Rusty, bucolic, but still in the same place.
It's something that's always there,
And could never be erased.