March 3, 2013

• One Hour Before We Blow This Popsicle Stand

  and follow the dusty road home to Watering Hole Ranch.

  A place where red earth meets the sky
  and horizons speak dreams,

  where a beautiful red dun mare
  and a handsome paint gelding await my return,
  mostly for handfuls of alfalfa treats,

  where frogs sing the praises of refreshed ponds,

  and water dances down the buried rocks in the Oklahoma earth.

  

  A place where a wild woman’s soul will reunite with her heart.

   

  

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