[Ed. note: I have been having trouble with my internet at home, so I have quite a few entries written, but just have to get them edited and formatted now that I can get on again, or at this second anyway. Aren't I just full of excuses?]
I spent a night this weekend at the family ranch and I forgot how peaceful it is out there. The dogs loved it and I had a great time sitting around doing nothing. I think if everyone had a ranch/farm/lazy lakehouse, this world might be a better place.
The creaking of crickets
Are relaxing and comforting
Instead of an indication
Of a failed joke.
The sound of a train on the tracks
Serves as an indicator of bedtime
And not a sign
that you will be stuck in traffic.
Knee high grass is a home for fireflies
Rather than a reminder
To get out the mower.
Time spent together
takes a different cadence
When you don't have to rush off
To work or carpool or class.
About The Plogger
- Alisa R.
- Dallas, Texas, United States
- I try to live every week like it's shark week. Here are some things I believe: hands are interesting but feet are a little sketchy, law school is the mental version of breaking a jaw so it will reset into another shape, it is OK for men to wear pink if they call it salmon, watching television is getting a jump start on next century's anthropology classes, if no dogs like you then you need to take a careful look at yourself. In summary, um, I'm just a gal trying to improve her writing.
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