Summer's Hand

Bluegrass, from the depth of America's South, bellows and twangs out speakers and into my wanting ears. Eyes, they close, as the soul sways like a lakeside willow tree. My heart swells with love, electric guitars and banjos. I can taste the notes and the chords. I can see Summer waving her pretty hand down the dirt roads. Wind blows, picks me up and I can only see her below, below.

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Comment by FlowerChild on March 25, 2012 at 5:59pm

The images this conjures up are familiar and lonely :) I love it! 

Comment by Tara Moreno on January 31, 2011 at 3:19pm

Thanks, everyone!  I was listening to this when I wrote it.

 

One the Road

 

Love.

Comment by Jamie Hogan on January 31, 2011 at 1:22pm
Ooo, Summer waving her pretty hand. No telling when I'll get that out of my head.
Comment by Bill Floyd on January 31, 2011 at 9:43am
The sensuality here is suited to the season.  We got teased by 60+ degrees yesterday, which only makes it more bittersweet...
Comment by Brittany on January 30, 2011 at 11:57pm
I was swept away too. Her breeze cools and comforts.
Comment by Bonnie on January 30, 2011 at 4:50pm
ah, I can taste it...
Comment by Jared Handley on January 30, 2011 at 4:12pm
Lovely. I was swept away right along with you.

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