Country Sundance

_attempt at a sonnet A cuddled country voice nestles its' Turbulent vibration deep in my skin Land locked and dreading winters' Icy fingers combing my body for oblivion Tumultous currents rock us by and by Leaving no one untouched by its madness Isn't it funny how at death we still lie Ne'er remembring that shadow of sadness Indian Summer mentholates our lungs; Our trembling throats mutter oceans Long after sand castles are washed away, we've sung The gritty ditties, fortifying our emotions Dug in deep, foxhole country, warmth subsides Blistering our memories where affection resides. --------------