I had a red dirt romance
in those hills along the river
- hills that hoist you to the sky
and the mud challenges the sun's dark burn -
it was in those trees, I grew up like one.
planted deep, but reaching for new water
clouds, smoke, and hawks brush branches, but stay
firm against snow fall and bark beetles
I have been lifted by the bones that carry me,
skins that hold me,
waters which have cleaned me
I will leave this place soon,
and I will always love those trees
on the hills
by the river
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
I had a red dirt romance
in those hills along the river
- hills that hoist you to the sky
and the mud challenges the sun's dark burn -
it was in those trees, I grew up like one.
planted deep, but reaching for new water
clouds, smoke, and hawks brush branches, but stay
firm against snow fall and bark beetles
I have been lifted by the bones that carry me,
skins that hold me,
waters which have cleaned me
I will leave this place soon,
and I will always love those trees
on the hills
by the river
