My Home

By Casey Bledsoe

 

Sitting at home out on the farm

Thinking of things to do

Nothing comes to mind

I feel like I am doing this every single day

My ride is here

I'm going to Minneapolis to see my dad

I'm here

It's been two weeks now

Cars are honking their horns

Cop sirens are going off

It's different

It's not like home

I didn't know I loved my home so much

My ride is here again

Seven hours later

I'm back home

Sitting here again listening to the frogs croaking

The ducks quacking at each other out in the back pond

Yes, this is the life

Calm, just the way I like it

I didn't know I loved my home this much