Ohio my childhood home a simpler life an innocent time a place where corn fields go on for miles and miles the fields wave and sway beckoning you to make secret forts in their midst the original corn maze in there we eat cow corn never thinking to ask was it fresh or clean? it was organic at its best
playing in the water down at the “crick” no such worries of a chemical spill no one got sick no parents around nobody drowned
tornadoes come by what a scary thrill mother nature at her worst toppling trees each way providing us a strange place to play in between the branches we made our mansions safe maybe not... but we played anyway
far from the city lights we spend our nights watching natural sights fireflies glowing looking for love the tree frogs are singing out for a mate mother raccoons bring their young from the nest skunks delight us with their odorous best
in an eerie alien fog ufo’s hovering over tall trees in the front yard all under the moons sight as i close my eyes i can see Ohio my memory home