Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .
. . . home . . . soil . . . rain
Use those words in the title of your post.
We’re a family of eight
Cleaning we hate
Imagine washing the dishes after every meal
After which, your hands you can’t feel
Up the mountain we went
Muddy trail, we can’t prevent
No bath for two days, just all sweat
Oh dear, how I smelled I will never forget
Every night when I’m in bed
I miss you more, can’t get you out of my head
Until I fall asleep, I wish for you
And in the morning I wish that too
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Free Association