Opener
My cares fall off amongst the cattails and cornrows
The air somehow different here, crisp with a hint of harvest
Whiskey smoother, too, me and Grandpa think
Finally away, though connected to time and place
Memories rush back, as we repeat them anew
My heritage alive with family, friends and pheasants
Eric
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. – John Muir
