My Trusty Steed
Ranger, waiting for me outside the Post Office.
My Pony Express.
He ate all my chamomile.
My diverse wardrobe
headin’ in for the evening ~
Trailing to The Mountain
I jumped out of my truck (after my little inter-state jaunt),
tended my garden,
then swung into the saddle to trail cows
up to their gorgeous mountain summer pasture.
This is midway.
The land below seems so far away.
And on the mountain, there’s nothing
but
the mountain.
It’s heavenly.
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