Yesterday was tank tops and sunroofsToday was wind and rainShould have enjoyed it more because Tomorrow is more of the sameI shouldn’t try to rhymeIt’s too hard to keep upMomentumUmmUmmmmmCould write about the skies of blueBirds diving after fliesCould tell you how to sit and watchFor a wood duck to flap byGood days in bootsSpent caring for the landAre here and gone before you knowPassed through like grains of sand I want to lingerLoiterFrolic and lollI want to sprawl upon the groundI want to see the ridge where bobcats stalkA gurgling creek the only soundWhere do you find your relief? Where can you lose yourself for hours?Shadow clouds on windswept grassDotted with wildflowersTurkeys strut While on their morning strollNothing permeatesThe realm of peaceSettled deep within your soulAnd time is so shortWhen you do what you love Praise be and thank GodIn the heavens aboveFor the blessings aboundWhen you’re aroundYou sat here for some minutesAnd solitude foundAt last, a kindred spirit I will probably work on this one for awhile. I’m not happy with it and I’m tired of it. But right now I want to take a shower and go to bed. Here’s the link to one version of Home on the Range. It’s in a book of poetry I have, but no author is credited. I went down the rabbit hole in about .03 of a second with this and this is the one I chose. Mainly because I’m LAZY…