Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Air

I don't know what it is
Maybe it's the warm air
Or the sight of the sky
It's all so great out there

But this place feels like home
Summer taste in my mouth
When we pull up to the yard
Open the doors and get out

And they all arrive
So tired and worn
Yet bursting with joy
We've been here before

This is so familiar
And it feels so right
When a certain vehicle
Enters into sight

My heart just might leap up
As it maybe always does
But my smile this time is seen
By the smiling one

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