Courtesy of the vehicle dubbed VA pain killer
I write to you of colorful birds and lakeshore
thrillers
Of tree frog songs and cicada harmonies
Of carefree , meandering walks through
piedmont bogs , encounters with wild hogs ,
arms outstretched before thunderstorms ,
days of persnickety yesteryears , bare feet
encounters with green pine cones , days on the
farm , old flames clinging to my unsteady arm
Midday naps in tractor barns , old school country
towns and backcountry yarns* ...