{view from the farm I grew up on in Minnesota}
Life was simple
There was always a breeze,
One you could actually hear.
Mom was there when you needed her,
Not thousands of miles a way
But present with a hug and
A glass of lemonade.
There was a chance to get bored
Go outside and explore
Fireflies buzzed and were
Kept in jars like fancy lamps.
No buildings or smog, just
Wide open skies that
Seemed to never end.
