Aurora Magazine 2017

We run out at high noon, to see it roll by. Its gone past us so soon The tracks help it fly. You can look on for miles, with old friends and new to love, faith, and smiles, and an old-fashioned view. You can see past the old roads, the tracks and the fields, full of deer, bears and toads. The gravel in wheels. You can see through the ivy. The trees in their trenches full of raindrops sitting slyly on leaves and on branches.

I go to the porch, my favorite spot I jump on my perch an overturned pot. I watch as my family, all covered in mud hikes very lively to check out the flood.

I know that one day,

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