The smell of pine needles,
The sway of the trees,
The boats riding,
Along with the breeze.
This I all miss,
And even more.
The walks to the beach,
The jumps we would ride.
The fire station we’d play,
At night the trees we would hide.
This I all miss,
And even more.
The wood we would chop,
And the chores that’d be late.
The forts that we build,
And the fights that we hate.
This I all miss,
And even more.
The tickle games we had,
The board games we played.
Sand slides we’d climb,
And cookies we made.
This I all miss,
And even more.
The balls that would be lost,
The trips we would take.
The movies that we watched,
And swimming at the lake.
This I all miss,
And even more.
This I all miss,
Forevermore. |
