Country Drive

Eagle circles effortlessly
Gusts of wind blow across the lonely road
Long grasses sway
Nostrils fill with the earthy must
Sun descends, leaving its golden hue
A gentle touch atop fields of corn
Windows down
The wind ruffles my hair
And I drive....
Smiling inside and out
What a glorious day,
What a glorious life.

Kira Braun