Rural North Dakota, fields and scattered farms.
Social distancing in peace, we all bear arms.
I live in the central flyway for all ducks and geese.
No locked doors or hidden keys, dogs and guns keep the peace.
Winters are long and cold, we are left alone to freeze.
Spring brings forth the long awaited Summer's early warm breeze.
It's a bit flat here, some beautiful rolling hills.
Only farmland and open country, plenty of nature's frills.
Four wheelers and a side by side, a couple of dirt bikes for the kids.
Unwanted visitors do not come, the law of this land forbids.
Absolute freedom, fields of corn and the edible bean.
My world is far out of reach, from the Covid 19.
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