17 Miles From the Nearest Town
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17 Miles From the Nearest Town
David J Walker
Circles of crop row quilts
Displayed from the air
The flair of a County Fair
Handing out
Blue ribbons
everywhere
Cotton lint fills the air
with Fall
It was all
we would know
For sure in
A Universe of its own making
Growing
Watering holes
In a burning land
Of gas station taverns and
Brass rows of drop-off
post office box tops
From a distance you may hear
The bellowing calf
Calling for its mother
Or the wheels of an 18-wheeler
Overloaded on the Farm to Market road
Or the sound of the spigot on the
Center pivot irrigation well
All is well
17 miles from the nearest
Town
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2022
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