Little house on the prairie

Once a year, as long as I can remember,

we would gather together for the fourth of july.

We would light fireworks, sparklers, and eat fried chicken.

The nights were hot, steamy without a breeze.

But we didn't care.

We loved it all the same.

I would gather with my family

catching fireflies.

We would play board games, cards, and have dessert.

We would visit my great aunt at her place

even if just for a few minutes.

It was like a family tradition we had

each and every year.

We had the time of our lives

just the family and I.

We would tay just for a weekend

before we had to go home.

We would arrive an a Friday night

and come home Sunday evening.

We loved spending time together

laughing and chatting.

I knew when I arrived that soon it would be over.

But while I was there I enjoyed my moments I'd cherish most.

The little house in Virginia was my favorite place of my childhood.

How I miss those days and will remember them forever.