Nostalgia

Summer sunsets setting over

a thousand rows of corn six feet tall

beaming over gravel roads full of pot holes

farmer boys and chicken girls

’fuck you’s and ’ain’t no’s

Thirty Bald Eagles spread-wing over a farmer’s couple o’ dead pigs by the road

fields of cows and a random chicken

an apple tree by an old farm house

beer and smoke, an old bottle of Coke

That’s where I came from

and I miss the hell out of it

goddamn it I do