Dwyer

I recall the smell of breakfast of bacon and eggs
The breeze blowing through the trees, shaking their leaves
The comfort of that carpet
The taste of fruit from the garden
Shooting rounds at targets
Learning to get my feet wet

Dancing in the living room, just us three
Swinging from the rope that hung off that oak tree
Flowers blooming in March
Christmas lights on the front porch
Down that gravel road
Is a place I'll always call home, home, home



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Writer(s): Garrett Hawkins
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