Country Girl True
Laying here upon the
damp grass
Looking about at the
cattails
On a breeze the weeping
willow
trees musky sweet,
spicey smells
Silver threads weave through
the nights skies
while reflecting
off the turquoise colored
lake with misquotes
buzz interjecting
The moon a crescent shape
sits proud way up
above so high
Soon the sound of
an owl flies overhead as
I smile with a sigh
The beauty here on this night
in the quiet of this
country setting view
Makes me wonder why
I ever left
Country girl at heart
I am true
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2019
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