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Jun 2015
I look in the distance
There is no place I'd rather be
And I know in this instance
I can just be me
Look at the wind
It is so calm and swift
How I wish I could rewind
And live life more like a gift
As I sit on this tree
I can't help but feel connected
Now I know what it's like to feel free
Sitting here on this tree has made me feel affected
In a good and spiritual way
I feel closer to my country roots
Oh how I wish I could fly away
I stare at my boots
And know their ain't nothing more simple than this way of living
How I wish people would just look around
And see that this is worth dreaming
This life is made for y'all
Now listen to me for I am right
This is the country
Where we all say howdy
And throw the word y'all
Like it ain't meant for over yonder
Where we all know how to bait a hook
And The Bible is our only book
Bring your shotguns
For we are going hunting
Bring your fishing poles
For we are going fishing
And don't worry about not using the word ain't
For over here it is very much alive
Just like our folks
This tree is really beautiful
Just close your eyes
And let the wind through you.
The Broken Poet
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The Broken Poet  Texas
(Texas)   
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   RH 78 and SPT
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