The summer rain has painted fields of sunflowers
and the August breeze cools the brow.
67 degrees in the Sandhills, and nobody can explain how.
Wheat with a sense of adventure has been brushed in for effect,
and life gets interesting
just beyond the hills,
as I hear, “You haven’t been over there yet.”
Push past the state line, skys bluer than azure await,
there’s small horse towns ’bout every 8 miles,
and remember, “When you leave, shut the gate.”
Fuel isn’t getting any cheaper, and time waits for no one,
so dismiss all the reasons why one shouldn’t,
smell the damp dirt, allow it to slide through your fingers, let the wind send it.
Press the pedal on the right, bite your lip, and
appreciate the sound of your giggle,
the prairie weaves over and under –
everything beyond here matters,
and you’re not getting any younger.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Sometimes we have t answer that call, Audrey.
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Hi, Dan. Absolutely we do and what fun it can be to just drive and see what there is to see. Hope you’re well.
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All is well, here. I hope you are, too.
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Love this, Aud ~ the ode of the restless cowgirl 🤠
There is something to be said for taking on an adventure at the spur of the moment and reveling in the excitement that the anticipation brings… sometimes that is the best part 🙂 This thought came with your great line: “Wheat with a sense of adventure has been brushed in for effect, and life gets interesting just beyond the hills, as I hear, “You haven’t been over there yet.”” Wishing you a great finish to the summer, cowgirl!
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Cowgirl – who is sore from Tia Chi today!!?! Haha. Thank you for your kind thoughts and words. You made me giggle. Kinda sad I left my cowboy boots behind when I left for college. Imagine my father’s face when I came home for Thanksgiving wearing Doc Martin’s and birkenstocks. Thought he’d lost me forever. Can’t take the prairie outta this girl. I appreciate you stopping by, my Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire ♡
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Ha, yes, I can relate quite well. When I took off from Pendleton after high school there was no looking back. But time does have a way of bring us back home one way or another. For you, I think you say it well “you can take the girl out of the prairie but can’t take the prairie out of the girl…” and thank God for that 🙂
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