A Familiar Place
Wind rustles through the trees
as we walk down the street
by your parents old house.
A dog barks on the corner
between Eula and Second street.
His name is Henry and
he ran through your yard once.
It is familiar to you and
I can see the small smile
creeping onto your face.
Though silent,
it is my favorite sound in the world.
as we walk down the street
by your parents old house.
A dog barks on the corner
between Eula and Second street.
His name is Henry and
he ran through your yard once.
It is familiar to you and
I can see the small smile
creeping onto your face.
Though silent,
it is my favorite sound in the world.