Country Echo

A fiddle echoes in the morning

The reverb bounces across the valley

Grass sways in the morning breeze

Grasshoppers carry dew on their wings

 

A mountain man hums a tune

He never can quite sing

The dirt road down which he wanders

Crosses a baby blue creek

Lined with daffodils and azalea

 

A rusty railroad track

Forks the road

The tired machines of industry

Shutter in the shadow of the mountain

Men are reduced to their natural machinations

And walk along with the horses in tow

 

The crescendo builds with the approaching

Of a summer storm

Flies buzz with the static

That begins to discharge from above

 

Suddenly

A crack in the gray quilt above

Light fills the valley

And strikes the rusty road

Gods’ drums rebound throughout the heavens

While the main tightens the brim of his straw hat

 

And begins to move on

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

These are wonderful images, complete with smell and sound. I think I may have been there. Perhaps one day, if I'm lucky, I'll get to return.