This world is full of wild and thirsty things
skin and bones and muscles
feathers on black wings
soft petals on pink flowers
and stem and branch and leaf
waiting on the cool rain
waiting for the green
This world is full of a sneaking kind of gold
you can find it on horizons
can’t be bought or held or sold
and only in the morning
or at the perfect time of night
welcoming a new day
setting up the light
This world is filled with the most peculiar sounds
croaks and sighs and wails
and squeaks coming from the ground
and up above a whistle
and from the hills a lonesome cry
and I wonder if the calling
is hellos or sad goodbyes
This world is full of wonder and moments to be brave
and moments to remember
why we’re here and why we came
and moments to be thirsty
and moments to behold
and moments just to listen
to all the life outside our door
Meanwhile, back at the ranch... 
Very nice, Jessie!
Beautiful pictures and prose ~ you find all the beauty of nature ~ flowers, sunrises/sunsets, trees, animals, etc. I am jealous of all that you have ~ you’ve come home to your family and the beautiful surroundings ~ “Life is good” for you Jessie and it sounds like you are so happy with the life you have chosen! God Bless! I’m anxious to visit your mother’s store when I am up that way. I hope to make a trip to Ray (where I own land) this summer and will go through Watford!!
Your photography gets more spectacular!
This is my favorite post of yours. Love it!
You wrote a poem! You write a poem! hahaha….very well done, and pics fit well too.
Love the pictures–especially the frog.
After the too long winter, spring is quite intoxicating isn’t it ? You’ve captured that feeling in words and pictures beautifully.
You made me smile 🙂
Thank you for the snaps 🙂
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Both poem and pictures are beautiful!