Blue country skies
Horizon as far as I can see
Rolling hills and rich green pastures
Mountains of snow, whispering trees
Horses grazing, hawks soaring
Distant lakes and splashing creeks
An inky black universe, full of stars
The frogs have come alive with spring.
They sing and croak through the night,
until early morning traffic silences them.
I feel the same way.
Traffic builds, and I withdraw,
to dream of wide open spaces.
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