Old dusty road,
and wild flowers.
Hearts running free,
and horses walking the fence line.
Light breezes,
and hair blowing every way.
Bumping along the road,
on the old Ford tractor.
Nothing between me,
and the open road.
Changing gears,
moving with the bumps in the road.
Watching the sunset,
and the cattle go for their dinner.
Turn around,
headed for home.
Trying to turn the wheel,
to miss all those holes.
Moving slowly,
towards that old barn.
Parking the tractor,
and walking towards the house.
For a while,
there was nothing to do.
But sit on the old tractor,
and watch nature take it's course.
Nothing between me,
and that colorful sky.
