'Tween the Fields of Idaho

People ask me now how I could long for those streets.
Places filled with more snow and wildlife
Than people.
People ask how i could be transplanted
From a place some call heaven
To a place colder than hell.
It still surprises me when I miss those avenues under my feet.
A place where 5 months of the year
Even the youthful pranksters hid bellow ground to warm their bellies.
But I do.
I do miss it. 

And I can neither tell if it was the simplicity of my life there
Or the simplicity of the town
That makes it the restore point for this hard drive.
But sometimes when I feel alone
Stranded on the line between urban and suburban
I miss a tiny little town 

Tucked 'tween the fields of Idaho.