Take me to the ceder trees
The yellow marigolds
Take the women to farms
The men to the fields
The children play in the mud
Babies born at home
Their final homes on a somber hill
Each with their names and nothing more
We don’t need to explain who they were
They’re our family
The dogs run all day heard the sheep
The cows lay in the sun
The hens chase the grasshoppers
The grasshoppers eat my grandmothers flowers
Life was quiter
Simplistic
Take me back
To live in Gods creation is all one needs
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Take me to the ceder trees
The yellow marigolds
Take the women to farms
The men to the fields
The children play in the mud
Babies born at home
Their final homes on a somber hill
Each with their names and nothing more
We don’t need to explain who they were
They’re our family
The dogs run all day heard the sheep
The cows lay in the sun
The hens chase the grasshoppers
The grasshoppers eat my grandmothers flowers
Life was quiter
Simplistic
Take me back
To live in Gods creation is all one needs
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