My little country girl

Rubiyat Poem
My little country girl.
 
 
I drove out from under the rain, across the Nebraska line,
in hopes to see my country girl, at her country home, refined.
The pleasantries brought peace to me, with kindness everywhere,
where little things held meaning, instead of form - design.
 
 
The day began with smiles and welcome; the rain had passed away,
and I felt as if all clocks had stopped, as I watched the children play.
No rush or worries could be found, for life had found this home.
And this life had helped me live again, if only for the day.
 
 
The simple things I once forgot, were there to tease my soul –
laughter at the kitchen table and a quiet backyard stroll.
A horse ride down old city streets, like a dream before my eyes,
I learned of life in a different way - a way which makes life whole.
 
 
The corn stocks in the distant fields, glowed in the setting sun,
and the soils of the rolling hills, were proud of what they’ve done.
I looked upon her standing there, as the sunlight touched her face,
and I knew somehow, I changed inside - new love had just begun.
 
 
When time had come, for me to go, my heart had fought to remain,
and her hugs goodbye had left a feeling, that I could hardly contain.
But I know that I will see her again - to her, I must return.
Yet, I felt a sense of bitter-sweet, as I drove back toward the rain.
 
 
 
 
Kactus Berry