my country life

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~