Hyrum
The smell of green grass tickles the nose
And the light dances across the water in the deep cove
Trees sway in the gentle wind
Cows munch from the ground,
A weaving wind whips through the trees
Taking with it the smell of the cows it'd touched
Somewhere in this small town a horse whines in my memory
The sun moves through the sky
Taking with it the time
Leaves fall to the grass
In my mind I see the packing
The leaving
The birds singing
I open my eyes
To return to a room as bleak as my life
I am no longer feeling the sweetness
Of the little town I once knew
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