My Poetry

To Sister’s House

To Sister’s House

With a beautiful landscape flickering by like a slideshow out of the car’s clear window.
Roaming past rows and rows of luscious green grass and crowds of corn fields.
With Dirt raining down on the pick up trucks and cars of the nearby homeowners like confetti at a parade.


To sister’s house.


Where earth’s cologne swims in the open air.

and the odors of the farm animals and their manure dance in your nose and shimmy down your throat.


To sister’s house.


Where the horses strut down the empty, gray runway along with the cars.


And the diesels pass through to get to the highway and the tractors pass by to get to their dairy farms.


To sister’s house.

A place of earthy familiarity that has become foreign to the new city girl.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s