the town I left

I left so very long ago, to seek adventure elsware.
Now so many times a day I'm wishing i was still there.
to sit beside an karoseen heater with cold beating at the door.
or mabey sit on the slowping river bank wanting a fish to bite and nothing more.
smell my grannies cooking and savor the taste every bite.
or lay out on the cool green grass gaseing at the endless stars at night.

yes ide love to step out and play with a dog or two ,what fun
or go out hunting early morn but not once fire my gun
to hear the many people gatherd at our modest country fair
to see the wind racing through my blue eyed girls gold hair
still I most stand alone at my great grandmothers place.
to sing with all the beuty I can muster then wipe the tears from my face.