I miss watching the grass grow-long and flowing-in the
meadow of my childhood.
I miss the bird's song, and the smell of burning wood.
I iss the low nickers in the back pasture, and the big,
starry sky.
I hate the smell of cut grass, and old memories can always
make me cry.
I miss when tears didn't have to hurt-but they were allowed
to-and it was okay to smile.
I miss when hard work always payed off with being able to
sit down for awhile.
I miss when I didn't have to watch my friends suffer through
their misery.
I hate it when I can't really help them, and I always have
to just let everything be.
I miss horse-back riding with friends, even when snow and
ice made it dangerous.
I miss the crazy things we used to do, and never think,
because nothing could ever hurt us.
I miss when I would run and run when I got angry, and I was
ou of my mind,
and when I had to cry, I would, and then I could leave my
tears behind.
I miss lazy summer days when we could just go out and be
crazy.
I miss my friends, because they were insane, but it was
okay.  They meant everything to me.
I miss my family, though they aren't here with me now, they
may be tomorrow.
Life always seems to go on, and the hardest part of all is I
really miss home.