I grew up in a small Virginia town,
Cattle and goat farming was a normal sight,
Seldom you would meet a stranger in my town.
Riding' up and Down hills as a child on my bike,
Little bunny rabbits scurrying away,
Almost every day you would see a fawn and a doe,
And if you look hard enough a bear's paw print.
Under the trees raccoons playing.
Long summer walks up and down fields,
Watching the sunset slowly fade away.
Then at night when it was late,
Go outside and gaze at the stars.
And wake up in the morning,
To the smell of bacon, toast, and eggs.
Southern Home cooked meals,
Everyone enjoys.
BB&Q Cook-outs,
And after eating' catching those fireflies,
That are buzzing round.
Then lighting' fires,
While everyone gathers,
Roasting marsh mellows 'til they are brown,
And let them melt in your mouth.
I loved my childhood,
I wish I could go back,
To that small Virginia town as the child I once was.
