I'M a Country Poet

Wild horses are galloping through the meadows- they have no names- some seem like gods-others illuminate the ground encircled by a single light- I’m a country poet- I feed myself like a cowboy and near the river at night-I build a happy fire- humble-like my country family- Life begged me to be a horseman- I organized my heart around the struggle-keeping hope alive- I’m a country poet- My two hands are named hope and faith- I sit and stare at the river stones-gleaming- while the horses gallope through time and winter saying farewell to the sacred beauty of the land and its energy- to the mountains- to the meadow's and river's to the ocean's and lake's- It so happens that I am sick of seeing the land destroyed by industry and those who swallow everything then look at me with a vicious eyelid- But understand me I love all of you- I’m a country poet-California