Tuesday, January 19, 2016



When a "bucket list" dream is near,
Years of wrestling and working becomes clear.
Put out there, exposed,
All that's decomposed.

Fertile soil in the until,
On the verge of harvest thrill.
To hold in hand,
On shore of new land.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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