I know a place where strangers smile and say hi,
where paths cross quietly under alleys as you pass by.
Kids are playing basketball in the driveways,
and above it all, the sweet scent of flowers stays.
I know a place where lilac and magnolia await,
where rhododendron and hydrangea shades captivate.
Apple trees and cherry blossoms guide your way,
pheasants and deer in the hedgerows play.
I know a place where people go hunting and fishing,
deep blue lakes are never missing.
The air is filled with breezes and gentle warble,
soft as an ancient statue of marble.
I know a place where birds of prey circle high,
horses, goats, sheep, and cattle next to fields of corn and rye.
The silence gets cut by soccer, tennis, football, and baseball,
and the mouthwatering sizzle of a late evening BBQ drawl.
I know a place where I truly belong,
where you just stumble in, get caught before hurting so you won’t feel wrong.
If you feel the pull now, wanting to breathe in this treasure,
showing you around would be my pleasure.
