Telegraph poles stand like giants,
Between the strands of green grass.
The houses - like they were dropped from the sky.
This I call home.
I would run through the knee-high grass
And I knew I was free -
No judging eyes,
Only the sun to beat down on me.
Hawks gliding in the sky,
Like air is only a word.
The scent of wild sage,
Making a memory in my mind.
Scent and Sights, I could never forget -
No matter what may come my way.
This is what I call home,
An unforgettable place that leaves imprints all over my life.