fishburn life goes on.
footprints sketched.
tripping over yarrow creek.
emplacements,
calling our names.
this hound & i.
yarrow creek winds through fishburn,
its madly rushing.
a chocolate brown swirl of anger.
shasta & i,
we follow its screaming voice.
under the trees & snaking.
through the valley.
our footprints sketched.
the valley,
calling our names.
this hound & i.
a childhood, surrounded with creatures.
lambs. tiny hooves reach for your fingers.
calves. wet noses. sucking on my jeans.
they run, thier mammas following.
horses. running wild.
my passion, alive on the hill.
this cowboy life,
throwing ropes,
ripping skin.
healing hearts.
these buckaroos.
leather like tobacco,
cracked & brown.
spurs sing songs,
fringes fly.
smoke from branding irons,
travels through blue skies.
& all the while,
pushing on.
& on, the mountains are always there.
watching.
keeping the ranches safe.
holding our life.
holding our hearts.
the grass blows soft in the breeze.
and i could go on & on.
but i will stop here.
i will never be able to fulfill my love,
onto paper.
this day finds me driving a rusty old white truck.
slowly.
the west horizon pulling me slowly forwards.
like a magnet.
behind me,
KC is pounding in posts.
the rusty white truck jerks,
everytime the weight drops.
therefore i finnaly have time to breath.
to think.
& to write.
dawn till dusk.
feeding all my animals.
riding colts.
ranching. & all that comes with it.
teaching those two little girls.
& now to top it all off,
i got a part time job in town.
i don't know for sure what made me do it.
i guess the money.
i truly feel busy.
& every moment i sit down to relax,
i feel guilty.
because that is when i need to be putting more rides on the colts. or raking the lawn for mom.
or bringing a friend an iced coffee.
but i am happy.
happier then i've ever been since my sister left,
i think.
p.s. i want to learn spanish.
adios amiga ♡
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