Where the black top ends <br />And you find country green <br />A little house sets back upon a small hill <br />Peace and love grows there <br /> <br />A campfire lights the yard <br />And the silence of the night sings beauty <br />Sun setting rays are found <br />Amongst baby blue falling dark <br /> <br />Tree frogs baritone a belt <br />The locust hum <br />And fireflies illuminate the field <br />Stars they shine like diamonds and the moon serenades a dream <br /> <br />Peace is fresh every night <br />And heaven feels so close at hand <br />Blossoms sweet producing fruit <br />Giving to friends and family my pride of labor <br /> <br />Southern sweet tea and homemade breads <br />Fresh veggies and good conversation <br />Happens every week <br />At this place I call my home<br /><br />Patricia Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-place-i-call-home/
