This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at WVU chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
The mud and gunk stick to my boots
The stink of wool clings to my hands and hair
A bark and a holler call me inside
Warmth from the oven fills my spirit,
While the smell of fresh bread warms my soul
Strawberry and cinnamon swirl around,
Combining with suds and steam
Lemony syrup binds my hair into its curls
A pomegranate candle holds me close as I begin to rest
Sending me off to dreams of my cornfieldsÂ