Longing to feel the sun on my face
Wanting to be in my favorite place
Yearning to smell the manure in the fields
Learning to love it wasn't a big deal
Aching to sleep in the leaves of fall
Making the sound of the cattle call
Gazing the stars from my rooftop at night
Amazed with their beauty my very first site
Feeling the feathers tickle my palms
As I pet the chicks, I feel so calm
Running through the fields, refusing to yield
Forced to stop, when Gramma yells to peel
I love watching Gramma make our favorite meal
She sings and hums through the whole ordeal
How I miss the warmth of home
Since I left, since I've grown
You can't go back to relive what once was
But you can sense it when you think of home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is wonderful It is well written Two thumbs up