I woke up today with an ache in my chest
It was so strong, it impeded my rest.
The feeling and loss of a place I call home,
As time goes on, I seems to have only grown.
Darling, I’m homesick for fields so green
Skies that are bluer than you’ve ever seen.
Sick for sunflowers in their neat little rows.
And for bubbling creek that in the forest flows.
I’m sick for the house that’s sits on the hill.
Nestled next to trees that the wind does fill.
Sick for the kitchen, with yellow on its walls.
With a goldfinch on the sill that continually calls.
Curtains washed, air and white.
Cows in a field, just barely in sight.
Darling, I’m homesick for every little thing.
The cows, the kitchen, and the birds that sing.
But most of all I have a desire that can’t be quelled
For the innocence and love that that place held.
By the Brooke 