Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 127
Hosted this week by the truly amazing poet Chrissa.
I was raised in the country
Where the only steel in twenty miles was
the tractor
the plow
and some hearts
but the truest of cutting
was never in the field
so my love became a cattle guard
surrounded by a barbed wire
fence
and praying for rain
turned into wings
strong country fences never stopped a crow
only the cattle and the sheep
yet even when the crow makes it to the city
it’s heart still remembers the country in which it came
and climbing barbed wire fences is always dangerous
whether you are trying to leave or trying to get home.
