If only I could go home
To where my life began
To the beginning, the start of the race
The race of life
Go back to that simple place
Such beauty unspoiled
Like a forest of ancient memories
Of a time almost forgotten
A creek where a childhood was once lived
A place where creativity was allowed to bloom
And rolling hills of wild clover was as far as the eye could see
Blowing softly in a gentle breeze as I walked through in my bare feet
Like a blanket of green covering the earth
My earth
This was a place of adventure
Where I lived so many dreams
A safe place to skin my knees
Where wild mint grew by the well house
How it filled the air with sweetness
As thick of a smell as the sweet jasmine of The South
If only I could go back there
Instead, I only have a memory of my perfect childhood homestead
Where my dreams came true
Where my life began
Oh how I long to go back
Free from the worries of the world
Where I can be a child again
So I can live my life once more
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