Along the road we leave behind
Concrete jungles and neon signs.
Far and away into my country,
Flat grasslands, hills, mountains and rivers like bounty.
A little scatter here and there
Of cows of horses of tractors of men.
Fields of gold blossoms of summer
To brighten one’s eyes and sigh with wonder.
Swish swash! Swish swash!
Across the windows of the bus.
Slivers of water beating down in a hush.
I wish there was more of god’s earth to see
Even though my rear end hurt,
Like a bear scratching on the bark of a tree.
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