FROM HERE

I know where the grass grows first,
fresh and tender where raindrops linger
above the road and creek below.
 
I can feel wild spirits talk,
dewless tracks where they walk, 
stepping lightly to lay beside me
 
and my calf.  From here we shed
the claustrophobe of fence and gate,
far away from the human race.
 

5 responses to “FROM HERE

  1. Beautiful photo and poem pair. I’m so glad you are getting rain finally.

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    • Thanks, Meg. Off to a slow, dry start, we have a little hope with another 1/4 inch last night. Still well-below our average, our world is greening and the cattle are up on the ridges.

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  2. That feeling of freedom is exactly why I love to go to Wyoming every summer.

    janet

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