My Backyard

My mom pulling weeds and my sisters playing in the shallows like a picture of a perfect family. My cat is watching the squirrels rustle by. The forest surrounding my home is like a never ending maze. My mom saying “I will give you $5 if you pull out all those weeds” is engraved in my brain. The birds are singing their morning song like the most wonderful wake up call. The waves crashing against the soft sand feels like my grandma lulling me to sleep. I smell something so swell such as freshly cut grass. The pine needles I have smelt a million times cover the ground like a carpet. The salty waters are like the ocean is crying. The juicy and refreshing watermelon fanned me down. Under the hot sun. The warm sand on my feet is the sensation everybody knows it’s the feeling of the sand between your toes. The warm air hugs me and brushes through my hair when I leave the water and sit on the dock. As I enter my backyard, my heart fills with warmth and joy. I am home.