Rusty corn planter, The plow horse, Long gone. A home, Hewn from cottonwoods. No lights, no water. Much love. Empty now, It’s stories untold. Of laughing children, Chasing bugs, Log cabin, Two rooms, Melting into the prairie. The Wilson Ranch, Lush grass, Horses and Herefords, Branded, Rocking XA. A lazy river, After the flood. TheContinue reading “Bottom Land”
