Homesick

My favorite place, a familiar face every morning I can greet. In our small hometown, know our way around, up and down every street. Call on our friend. He knows where we’ve been. We celebrate the beautiful day. At the lake’s shore, there’s nothing we love more. So in that moment we stay. The sun disappears and then the crowd clears. Always the last to go. All the spirits and laughs, we fall to the grass. Only we will know. The fire is made, a thousand stories to trade, and a thousand we will keep. Smoke in our eyes ‘til the last coal lies. Don’t ever want to sleep. Full moon through the trees, a cool night’s breeze with a cricket’s serenade. Know our way through the dark, we leave our mark. One more summer memory made.