Country girl Her map is small and rolls in on itself on delicate parchment. Neighbors are few but family. Doors always open, food shared, possessions traded, quarrels quickly forgotten... Thats just the way Bill is... a chuckle that fades when the screen door swings shut. Country girl knows the flora and fauna by heart. Birch, beech, willow, oak... blue Jay, gold finch, nut hatch, flicker... On the shelf sits a dusty guidebook published in New York that doesnt reflect the magic of calls in the evening, prints in the snow, sounds of leaves rattling in the wind or how they crunch in the fall. But country girl is growing and the world calls out. Sirens sing of big adventures out in places shes never heard of... She branches out and shakes dirt from her roots. New faces, differences, handshakes that hold like ivy... meet her, meet him, try this, dream that, dare this, shrink from, rise above, break free... She opens her mind and collects friendships in her heart like fireflies in a jar. She enjoys the light and it guides her... Along the way some will fade away, some will burn her and some will stay. Foot prints left in many environments... Home is everywhere and no where all at once.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 04:56:14 +0000
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