Sunset’s Manifest

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Monochrome sets the scene
sneak away for a peek out West of town.
Creation mellows at about sunset,
and the prairie soothes a concerning brow.
Technology, news,  just one more issue,
back then, we’ll agree, was priceless compared to now.

Tailgate down, jump up  – have a seat
snuggle in close, let’s dream.
No snow to speak of is cause for concern,
forgo the complaints, smile, then breathe in deep.
There’s water in the Platte, plenty of
hay stacked up, and dry boots still warming our feet.

Giggles cause chuckles
and life begins to make sense.
A porch about here would work out nice,
a tire swing for the grandkids with no need for a fence.
Leaning into twilight , she’ll manifest –

Waving goodbye to choas – and life a little less tense.

9 thoughts on “Sunset’s Manifest”

  1. This photo makes me miss home 😊, and I love that I miss it. When you have such a place and view to call home, life is just that much better isn’t it 🤠… The cowgirl leans back in her saddle and admires all she’s done in her hard days work, and yes, a little respite, kickin’ back as the sun bids it adieu ~ you deserve it all, Aud!

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    • Hahahahaha!!! *bites her lip & giggles* Truly. What I find so fun about you and I – our country hearts! Missing home is the proof we need to show we learned from those we were raised near. The Nebraska prairie has always made me feel at home, Dalo. I yearn for domestication and forever love, but somehow I’ve learned to thrive without it. Maybe one day, I’ll walk up on a creek bed and see guy with worn hiking boots, patches on his jacket from around the world, holding a bottle of Pendleton with a little straw in his lips. I’ll casually sit down, allow my legs to hang down next to his, and we’ll both sigh. “Finally”.
      Or maybe it’ll all be a slow drift off to dream sorta deal. Who knows.
      Your be safe out there, Randall. ♡

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    • Ha, ha ~ you write the truth once again 😊. The power of a country heart knows no limits. It is funny how we can yearn for something that seems so far away, but somehow, that yearning helps create something new and beautiful in our lives (even if we end up further from such dreams). The world is a crazy place, which makes the thought of me wandering near a creek with a bottle of Pendleton in my hands, pondering life… and seeing a fair maiden sitting on the bank, sunrays working their way through her red hair and we drift off to dream 😇! Cheers to a beautiful Sunday ahead!

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  2. You paint a lovely scene, Poetess! I wonder if memories (or hopes) like these are what keep us rooted to Midwestern soils? The beauty of this old prairie — and the common sense of most of its residents — is a hard thing to beat.

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