Home Sweet Home
by Paige Navarro
If you’ve never been the West Jefferson
Mid spring, harvest season
There is nothing else in the world like it
My heart is still in Ohio.
I can still picture cruising down 40th
Windows rolled down, hair blowing around
There’s a perfect breeze and the sun is shining
Amazed by bright green fields I close my eyes.
And suddenly I’m back in BFE Arizona
Driving down the 347 to Phoenix
Surrounded by dirt and tumble weed
Windows rolled down and air on full blast.
Rushing to get to my destination
And not taking a second look at my surroundings
I just stare off and think about,
How much I now appreciate my small hometown.