Flying down a hill side with a big gravel wash
Flying up banks
Up and down the hills and terraces
driving through dry ponds
while saying my niece screamed louder than I did.
We went to an old home place
where the only mimosa tree grows on the farm.
While I took pictures in the "clearing"
I got covered in seed ticks.
So down the high line we flew
through the meadows to home.
I think if they had a measure
I would not have been tall enough for this ride.