Poetry ~ Country Roads

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

The Thunder Moon

July’s full moon, often called the Buck or Thunder moon, rises early over our homestead in the Okanogan Highlands of Washington State.

The full moon lives up to its name with constant thunderstorms that rumble over the highlands every afternoon. And recently we’ve spotted a young buck down by the pond.

Cheers to long summer days and mesmerizing summer nights under the Thunder Moon!

~ Sue