Lancaster

Poem

I come upstairs after I awaken, but no there will not be any smell of bacon.

I have missed breakfast you see. I let out a stretch because I am free.

Free to explore and free to run. If the sun is up the day has begun.

Here, there are no to-do’s, only birds chirping and low coos.

Free and hopeful, leaves me feeling noble.

For everything stops, and all that’s left is what’s simple.

These fields I roam, with sherbet skies, can’t help but catch more than my eye.

See these firey skies are burned into my brain, calming me to keep me sane.

It’s black-spotted cows, cats and dogs. It’s barbies with Danielle and catching frogs.

It’s grandpa offering to yank out your loose tooth with a plier. It’s renting DVDs at the Pig and trips to Pamida.

It’s canoeing through Spook Cave and tubing on a hot summer’s day.

It’s going to the movies towns away, and washing the 4-wheeler while catching rays.

It’s climbing haystacks and Hostess CupCakes for snacks.

It’s fireworks at the fairgrounds. It’s a happiness I have found.

It’s my childhood you see. It’s what it means to be free.