Pink clouds, sky melt,
gurgling brook felt.
Soft leaves whip and beckon,
day end, I reckon.
Clear waters tickle,
feeling fine and fickle.
Bunnies dart about,
dogs bark, neighbors shout.
Blue rain pokes dirt,
I take off my shirt.
Skin soaks and feels,
memories, in ground, till.
Mystery breeze,
hands stained with grease.
Mechanic mind shifts,
homemade cookie smell wafts.
Go on home, go on home,
daydreams continue to roam.
Dried sweat loosens from rain,
cattle munching on grain.
A goat stalks by,
its tail swishing a pesky fly.
Daddy yells from porch.
Trudging home, heart like torch.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (4)
This feels like a slow, sweet country song just waiting for a guitar to strum along! ✨😊
Such a beautiful and warm poem pulling common features from our very complex world
Nothing like the country where goats roam and bunnies hop.
Lol, liked it.