A Home Of Not A Lot

My home town has not a lot
But I always want to come back,
The air outside morning noon or night
Is as clean as can be.
Waiting is a normal part of life there.
Growing up is growing old you see.
Some things that you see and hear
And eat at home makes you swallow twice.
My friends in my home town are not afraid
To tell me to turn up - keep up and shut up,
Because they love me.
Pressure at home comes from desire!
Think about that my boy!
At home you can fish or hunt or run and dream
All day or all night and that's ok.
My home town is just right for me.

By Brock