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Show BACK HOME To wake up in the morning and smell dew on fresh cut hay, To hear the goldfinch singing at the beginning of the day. To see a young calf running in the meadow along the lane, Oh, God, I'd give up all I own to be back home again. To see the magpies flying in the honey-locust trees, To smell the clover blossoms in the early morning breeze, To see the hens scratching for their feed at the break of day, But the farm that I was raised on is a thousand miles away. To get up in the morning and to do the chores with Dad, Oh, let me live my life again, like when I was a lad. And how I miss Mom's breakfast, of ham, eggs and toast; Of all the things I miss back home these things I miss the most. Floydjensen Mm&tM-:- 90 Cowboy Poetry From Utah |
