summer country

this sky that goes on forever
this lazy, hazy blue
wedgewood, or eggshell
a polite blue soft as summer silk
resting over rolling hills
that turn from green to gold
that explode in a splash of color
when the wildflowers burst forth
only to transform into dusty, dry
hay bales peppered through arid fields
the soil of my ancestors
tilled and sowed
harvesting lives and linage
in the rich black soil
of lands we no longer own
the history of an old hickory tree
the stories i am too young to know
the people i will never remember
moss covered graves
down long country roads
no one seems to travel anymore
roads that claim lives in the night
the shadows of ghosts
too long without companions
roads that lead from no where to
now here, where ever here is
roads that lead home


Driving from Cottage Hill Cemetery
Fannin County, Texas
June 2018