My green grass of home
The honey suckles' sweet smell in the air,
bumble bees' suck some sweet nectar.
A home I remember a long time ago,
when I was a little girl.
On a patio I make believe to be a princess.
Oh, how I dream of being home again,
on the green grass of my home.
I would play for hours, smelling the sweet smell of flowers.
Tea party's with my doll friends,
and a dog I loved the best.
Climbing into a tree house,
pretending I was in a castle.
Days with out end, always dreaming.
Then one day we moved away,
never to return to my home,
never to set foot,
on my green grass of home ever again,
how so sad I was.
Some sweet day, when I die,
I wont to go back home,
to my green grass of my home,
just to be there once more...
By starstruck13
© 2008 starstruck13
(All rights reserved)
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