At The Farm...: contrails

a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Thursday, February 18, 2016

are

every

where.

I just want to know what kind of plane this is.

marks the spot for treasure

in the valley we call home.

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Gail: Melbourne, Arkansas, United States; A simple country girl raised on a farm and returned to the farm. I love family, writing, painting, reading, animals and the land.

Let us walk softly on the Earth with all living beings great and small remembering as we go, that one God, kind and wise, created all.

"If you truly hold a stone, you can feel the mountain it came from."

Alex, Rock on!