Iowa

fireflies in ditches

and 

wild black raspberry pies,

straight off the bush,

like the thorns were growing

pastries instead of fruit

and 

no cable, just a VCR

to play the old videos

we watched as kids

right before bed

and

miles of open space

where running a quad at 20

is just fine, nearly legal

and

reception is 30 minutes away

so no calls or messages

interrupt the perfect calm

its just the grass

just the trees

and

the smell of hay

is the sweetest smell

high above toilet water

and 

i'm a country girl

all the way to my bones

mud is from the ground

not an avon bottle

i only need to shower

when i go into town

and

my city girl is a facade

Reviews

[Clockwork]

For me this is a really nice piece. I like how it was all linked together. You used a good tone and some unique descriptors. Your imagery was nice and refreshing, and you planted a nostalgic seed with your reader. well done.

I love these lines "wild black raspberry pies, straight off the bush,like the thorns were growing pastries instead of fruit."

[Clockwork]

So I came back to this poem today and had a few more thoughts for you.

This piece has a lot of nostalgia for the quiet american countryside with the comforts of peace and nature. I enjoyed your references to older times like the VCR and the lack of cell phone reception. It is nice to think that such places still exist.

Also, I really like how you offset the different ideas of this poem with the word and. I also really like the images in the lines "like the thorns were growing
pastries instead of fruit." That is a great simile.

[Perry]

wow Im really diggin your work. This poem gives me quite a nostalgic feeling, I often miss being a kid. thanks for sharing!

[shandi]

Your descriptions gave me gooose bumps and i like the way you run your rhythm. Im from missouri so i know the feelings, the smells. I loved this poem.