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Barefoot and dirt-clod I tip-toe across the yard Avoiding mounds of stickers Sharp rocks and weeds The sky is full Satin filled milk fluff And moonshine Full on me Our tangerine trees Rustle with low lying Bull frogs Rib bit, rib bit A symphony of crickets sings High pitched Beetle mania I hear a distant “moo” from the cows A latent “who” from the owls in the barn The statuesque wind chime Is playing a cacophony of wind song This life here engulfs me in its pure and rare beauty I am one with the country, home again
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Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 8:15 PM UTC
Moonshine Wind Song
Barefoot and dirt-clod I tip-toe across the yard Avoiding mounds of stickers Sharp rocks and weeds The sky is full Satin filled milk fluff And moonshine Full on me Our tangerine trees Rustle with low lying Bull frogs Rib bit, rib bit A symphony of crickets sings High pitched Beetle mania I hear a distant “moo” from the cows A latent “who” from the owls in the barn The statuesque wind chime Is playing a cacophony of wind song This life here engulfs me in its pure and rare beauty I am one with the country, home again
Copyright, Heather Mirassou June 30, 2010
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Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 8:15 PM UTC
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