Arkansas

That little cabin
my summer home
in Arkansas

The air smelled like pines
The grass was lush
The dirt,well there was alot.

Dirt road leading up Moss mountain to my home
in Gum Springs, Jasper, Arkansas
Where everyone's a friend.

The old guy who dresses like Santa Claus
in that tiny mall.
The woman who smokes weed
but is really quite fun.
And the old woman in the pottery barn
who's name slips my mind.

But the best part is the trees,
the tall, beautiful trees.
Or maybe it's the water fall that runs right out back,
that makes it sound like a rain storm at night.
My Grandpa made it by himself,
with his own two hands.

I love that land more than where I live,
And I'll stand by it through thick and thin,
always Right beside it.