What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 - Page 34

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.