There’s Country In My SoulI am the daughter of a farmer raised upon the land spending days in peaceful ways with the wilderness at hand, Serenaded by the echoed whistle of a distant evening train, and the lonely timber wolf who sang a sad refrain. I have watched the mist float lazily across fields at eventide as the shadows from the setting sun began their eastward slide Caressed by summer breezes with the scent of coming rain that tapped a joyful symphony on aspen leaves and grain. Although I’ve grown and left the land it’s still a part of me that dwells within my soul and sleeps in my memories. october 2002Included in
