The fire has almost cooled.
I really was nearly fooled.
Real relationships come rarely.
I hope I can relate fairly.
Perhaps I expected too much.
I need more then an occasional touch.
There's so much I'd like to share.
Stepping back I must not dare.
Back to the country I love so dear:
The whippoorwill's call I can almost hear.
The porch swing squeaks in the wind.
The critters and flowers are each your friend,
My garden will be free of weeds,
The barn will echo with needs,
Firewood needs to be cut and collected.
Simplicity is all I neglected.
Life cycles will never cease
Living and working at last in peace.
Maybe I'll grow fat off the land.
Strong and solid as an oak Ill stand,
Feeling enough to take a chance.
A summer's storm makes only leaves dance.
As I watch all life's cycles and changes
Free and growing in open ranges,
At last I'll know what is real.
Life's pain and anger I needn't feel.
A radical romantic makes such a fuss,
I need more than just me....
I need an Us!
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