Down by the farmers fields, the day was sliding to a close.
The main road remained thick with hard, resolute ice,
the dirt road undrivable for a sedan's undercarriage ,
yet thick with squishy mud in the tracks.
So off we went, down the delicious dead end road.
Toward sleeping farmer fields, and a forest alive with life,
and the grand rushing river beyond. Clean water is Life.
https://www.facebook.com/GwenMcClellanWordsandPictures/videos/1173799422656840/
No comments:
Post a Comment