I'm riding the waves
of a washboard road
in an old Ford truck
traveling home
toward a wilderness
that fills my soul
on an old homestead
where ghost stories are told
where night skies glitter
with bright silver stars
and coyotes howl
with the strum of guitars
high in the mountains
down an old dirt road
past the aspen grove
is where I call home
You’ve taken me there, Sue…
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Thanks, Ally.
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My pleasure, Sue. 🙂
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You really brought this alive , when i close my eyes i can see it .
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Thanks so much, Andy😊
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Lovely little bit of your new life. Well done, Sue.
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Thanks, Bill.
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Vivid imagery Sue, and i was out travelling along singing my song……
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Thank you 😊
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I can hear Nanci Griffith or Mary Chapin Carpenter singing those lyrics. Your new home sounds lovely!
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Thanks so much, Jean😊 They would be good lyrics for a song.
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Beautiful, I traveled along with you in my mind.
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Thanks so much, Michael😊
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🤗
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A wonderful poem my friend. Sounds like Montana.
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Thanks, Jerry. Northeastern Washington, similar to Montana in many ways😊
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Just a hop, skip and a jump across Idaho.
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It was as if I was with you..😊
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Thanks!
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You are welcome.
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maybe my favorite yet!!
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Thanks, Michele 😊
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