It’s all about the girls
on this ranch, mothers
and grand, grandmothers
grazing a life away.
We’ve found our pace
despite the drought
trusting one another’s
competence and will.
Gentle strumming
in the background,
dark to light
and black again,
no day the same,
each moment full
of contrasting details,
lyrics raining down.







Man! This is AWESOME!!!
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Oh good! Glad you like it 🙂
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It is in the Ordinary Days we find the High Holy ones . . .
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Isn’t that nice when it’s the truth. Thanks!, Peter!
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So many levels of contentment. In spite of it all, life is good. Very nice, John
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