Beauty on the Horizon

I would sing about the silent fields
Miles of peace and splendor
Birds flocking, dancing on air
Corn waving in gentle breeze

A Studebaker bouncing by
Kicking up a cloud of dust
Lumbering over unpaved road
Carrying a loving family home

But this is not where I dwell

And I can’t sing.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s