</>(We all have memories of the place where we came from and where we grew up, and this is my share of giving back.) <br /> <br />Where the stalks bow with gold <br />With the scarecrow looking bold <br />Where the sun-kissed men work <br />And they eat with fingers not fork <br /> <br />Every kid plays under the sun <br />Boys and girls running one by one <br />When it rains they all run barefoot <br />And they shout skip and hoot <br /> <br />One can lay flat-back still <br />At night right after the meal <br />On the grass as he looks lovingly <br />On wide skies with heavenly beauty <br /> <br />By morning is the sweet-smelling hay <br />As the neighbors wave looking so gay <br />With the aroma of rice coffee at hand <br />All chores the whole day will surely be done <br /> <br />When the sun is up up into its prime <br />All flowers bloom you will forget the time <br />Every poet can write every rhythm and rhyme <br />And her heart will sing with joy like a chime <br /> <br />I miss home I miss home it’s home that I miss <br />Where heartwarming people smile in a bliss <br />Waking up everyday with a smile on my face <br />I can sit the whole day busy with my crochets<br /><br />naida supnet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-want-to-go-home-4/
