🌹Roses bloom before me. 🌹
I don’t know what’s in store.
🤠Outlaw of my own town.
Tipped 🐮cows and fat heifers chewing their cud.
Smell of fresh mud and hay.
Where I come from, a scent I appreciate.
Something about that truck…
Something about that slang.
Something about that twang.🪕
You know what I’m saying?
And wish no difference
My 🌱roots are strong and different.
Out there, you learn to live with silence.
I was filled with profound quiet yesterday
At the end of a long journey.
No worries
A silent 📽movie of memories.
The roaring silence of a home, I will never return
I 🔥burned enough bridges to fertilize fields with ash.
Seeds were planted.
🌹Roses will bloom in my absence. 🌹
