Feels Like Home To MeA Poem by SarahSheets and towels dryin’ on the line Dandelions wav'n tall in the grass Cattle and fields paint the horizon The smell of country sweetens the air Walkin’ around in our bare feet Skippin’ rocks across the creek Spendin’ Saturday morning fishin’ on the dock, Not catchin’ a thing, Not watchin’ a clock Reading a book on the front porch swing Time with you feels like home to me Dusty old photos hangin’ on the walls Grandfather clock still says noon Porcelain and silver set the table Homemade tea in my cup Walkin’ around in our bare feet Skippin’ rocks across the creek Spendin’ Saturday morning fishin’ on the dock, Not catchin’ a thing, Not watchin’ a clock Reading a book on the front porch swing Time with you feels like home to me Ewing Nunn invented the vinyl That’s when music went wild Poetry turned into songs How about singin’ along Walkin’ around in our bare feet Skippin’ rocks across the creek Spendin’ Saturday morning fishin’ on the dock, Not catchin’ a thing, Not watchin’ a clock Reading a book on the front porch swing Time with you feels like home to me © 2018 SarahReviews
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