Bare Country
By beccamarie •
Hills lie like giants
Sleeping softly and silent
A feeling of calm
Comatose pleasantry
Crows sing a lullaby
Wheat sways by His breath
Gold shimmers all around
Sweet breeze through her hair
Old wheel hangs still
the memories fresh and crisp
bite of ice cream
Scent of American pie
Laughter in the wind
Love on the water
Babies blanket expands above us
Noise is a land far in the past
Color exploding into peace
So much to take in
Leaving the mind bare