Home

Home is a rebel flag on a barn roof
It's corn and onion fields
It's where the black dirt is

Home is 4-H clubs and Dairy Princesses
It's sitting in the back of a pickup truck
It's bonfires and cowboy boots

Home is country music and hay fields

It's red barns and green tractors

It's dairy and produce farms

Home is a small town

It's a barn party on a Saturday night

It's church on a Sunday morning

Home is a county club

It's designer and "in-season"

It's a popularity contest

Home is a competition

It's where selfishness grows rampant

It's money and greed

Home is McMansions and Mercedes
It's lap dogs and maids
It's private schools and nannies

Home is where you are from
It's two worlds collided into one
It's where a part of you always lives
It's not something you can change
It's something you are born into
It's where you will always have something

...or so you thought