Two Tracks
Two dirt tracks on the edge of the field
Cutting through the prairie
Exposes packed loamy soil
Quiet space fills the air
Pushing out internal noise
Swirls out the soul drain
With each step peace rise
Displaces anxiety
Recharged
Cutting through the prairie
Exposes packed loamy soil
Quiet space fills the air
Pushing out internal noise
Swirls out the soul drain
With each step peace rise
Displaces anxiety
Recharged
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Written for an online contest.
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