Brian Johnston

Freshman - 2,186 Points [True Story Teller, Mentor, & Commenter] (Jan.20,1943 / Oklahoma)

Farm: A Walk Near Blunt

It seems a shame that you're not here
To share my evening stroll with me,
As I walk down this gravel road
That takes off just outside of town.
Two pheasants flush from bar ditch pools
(The grassy soup of last night's rain)
Just as I cross the railroad tracks
And seem to pass some phantom line
That separates my world from theirs.

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