There's a somewhere a part of me seeks where my toes sink into lake mud and water greets me from my window each day a memory, an anticipation, a hope for the future while I am landlocked, dreaming or awake there is a somewhere beyond city lights where nightfall's darkness is absolute you will find … Continue reading There’s a Somewhere #MondayBlogs
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The Farmer’s Daughter
Home Rolling fields Landlocked Far from the foghorns Of opposing shores Where morning fog Is nothing more Than the sun Cast along waving fields Breezes sending our bounty Into motion Like the rolling seas Whether we seek dry land Or wrestle oceans Across horizons We do not lose the past It flows through us Sometimes … Continue reading The Farmer’s Daughter