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Soil turned in summer’s eye Flattened blades from weary boots Trees are singing; hopping birds Return their polyphonic tune Rusty Chevys rumble by Wandering, but never lost Laughter makes the soil gleam Restless wheels and sodden leaves Stories follow, day by day Always moving, never rest Scent of timber feeds each breath Far from home, but never left
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
When the Morning Speaks
Soil turned in summer’s eye Flattened blades from weary boots Trees are singing; hopping birds Return their polyphonic tune Rusty Chevys rumble by Wandering, but never lost Laughter makes the soil gleam Restless wheels and sodden leaves Stories follow, day by day Always moving, never rest Scent of timber feeds each breath Far from home, but never left
My flight from Rochester got delayed yesterday due to Hurricane Arthur and I couldn't get a flight home until today, so I ended up staying the night with a family who was nice enough to take me in at the last minute. Thank you so much to Renee and her family!
#life#beauty#waiting
Olivebird
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Olivebird
22/F/American
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
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