I do believe I am finally coming to terms with this
country life of mine.
I'm settling in to the routine of the irony~
of slower yet busier days.
I'm starting to realize~
that beauty can come in all forms.
I've found ways to outsmart and dodge~
the dust of the roads while I run
I've managed to grow the ability~
to laugh in the face of small town rumor and gossip.
Instead of shuddering when the coyotes begin howling~
I listen to the sound as though it's a song being played.
I've learned that weeds can ~and will~ grow,
regardless of what you do.
I am learning to work with adversity~
and not against it.
Most importantly I have come to terms with the fact that,
no matter where I am planted~
I can grow.
I just have to be willing~
regardless of where life is at,
or where I am in it.
~this country life of mine~