See this place? This place right here?
This is the place I hold most dear.

A place for laughter, for love, for smiles.
A place to come and stay for a while.

Its rock and earth has hugged every toe
Of barefooted children who’ve come here to grow.

Every tree has been watered with each tear they’ve shed.
And the stones made for skipping hold their secrets, once said.

The wind whispers music the children dance to,
With skinned knees and elbows, and tangled hair-do’s.

Each hill tells a memory of moments gone to soon.
Like fireflies in a jar caught under a full moon.

See that place? That place right there?
It’s where cousins become friends and live without a care.

They run and they jump, they giggle and scream.
And with rolled up blue jeans, they splash in its stream.

Into the woods where they place make believe.
Where all the stars hold tight to every wish they receive.

This place is not just dirt, earth and tree;
It’s the best place on earth, the place that made me.

How about you? Does this place make you grin?
Do you feel what I feel when you breathe its air in?

That feeling is joy, peace, hope, and bliss.
It’s babes wild and free. Oh, this place I will miss.

See this place? This place right here?
This is the place my heart will always hold near.

~B. Elizabeth G.~