"With that Country Mouth, So Plain"*

[michaelboy]

The field has an early scent of horses -
the steam rising from their velvet mouths.
Tearing the closer to a place further away
from where you are, simply to be with you.
Here, where once a determined plow parted
and harrow softened, now lies softly fallow
as they don't remember, or seem to care
what purpose other than sweet grass to
find along this fence and twisted board
I knew you before I was born, with hands
that worked the field, but no longer do

I want to sit in the sun with warm denim stretched over my skin and remember those things I anticipated the most.



This exploration, not of land but of your country.

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* Some of the very best poetry that I've ever known in a song... so it is well worth a listen:

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