Yesterday was tank tops and sunroofs
Today was wind and rain
Should have enjoyed it more because 
Tomorrow is more of the same

I shouldn’t try to rhyme
It’s too hard to keep up
Momentum
Umm
Ummmmm

Could write about the skies of blue
Birds diving after flies
Could tell you how to sit and watch
For a wood duck to flap by

Good days in boots
Spent caring for the land
Are here and gone before you know
Passed through like grains of sand 

I want to linger
Loiter
Frolic and loll
I want to sprawl upon the ground
I want to see the ridge where bobcats stalk
A gurgling creek the only sound

Where do you find your relief? 
Where can you lose yourself for hours?
Shadow clouds on windswept grass
Dotted with wildflowers

Turkeys strut 
While on their morning stroll
Nothing permeates
The realm of peace
Settled deep within your soul

And time is so short
When you do what you love 
Praise be and thank God
In the heavens above

For the blessings abound
When you’re around
You sat here for some minutes
And solitude found
At 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. https://www.kshs.org/kansapedia/home-on-the-range/17165

Love from Appalachia which is decidedly NOT the range,

~Amy