Out back in the fields the muck is profound
I go out to the well to get myself a drink
Its luscious and refreshing cooling me off in this summer heat
The flowers are wild against the ground
I need to chop the grass and mend to the barn
Grandma is indoors making a meal
Sister is out back looking for pa
I think he had to much to drink once again
Momma  is out hanging up clothes
I go to my favorite spot under the oak tree
Where all is forgot
It wont be long and they will look for me
I just want to close my eyes and dream
I remove the mud from my boots with a bang
Stretch my long lean body onto the ground
I say a little pray
Needing to find the solace I so much deserve
Where is my place?
I try and be good to please the lord
There is a small quaint church where we belong
I often look around this small town and ask myself why?
My ancestry is here but why do I feel shame?
**** old town rips apart my core
Feeling weathered and sore
I make my way back to the barn
I remember I need to milk the cow and collect the eggs
The smell of hay is overwhelming yet so fresh
It’s a smell that I’ll recall
Late at night when my bones begin to drift
I inhale the sweetness of the soil to know this is a gift
Watch the stars explode into the night
I lay here with a brick in my stomach
Waiting for pa
I’m not as strong as I use to be
Just like the old tattered barn I feel worn