I Miss Home

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.