𝙿𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚢 [𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜]

𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑

My Ranch

Grass pulsing with each breath of the Earth,
Tickling the bare bottoms of my feet gently;
I knew this to be my calling since my birth
So I sit and listen to her needs quite intently.

The fermented flood of harrowed dirt smell
Swirl and mingle with that of cattle and hay,
Water from the culvert makes the ground swell
And after hours of irrigating I can call it a day.

To be away from the tainted tentacles of the city
Surrounded by family and fields of beloved cows
Is so sacred, for those that can't partake I pity;
Life isn't always laden with such fruit on its boughs.

I can hear her speak to me even better out here,
I can breathe once again and serve my purpose;
There I'm drowning in a place so very austere,
The city never presented a writ of habeas corpus.

Nobody is holding me down and forcing me to stay,
I know I’m happier and at peace at home on my ranch;
To return is letting money and time waste away,
But does she believe in quitting because carte blanche?