old blue mama knew i loved to adventure so when my farm work was done mama let me roam i loved to wander with family and friends but when no one was around id yell for old blue and wed head out on our own a half mile down the road from home old blue and i stepped from gravel to brown grass then into waist high orange sagebrush we meandered round tall leafless oak trees we paused to listen as wind sang in the evergreens old blue smelled everything we balanced unsteadily on the half gone log bridge old blue fell into the creek i kept an eye out for movements near and far old blue shook himself dry we came out of the woods and headed up the hill that overlooked our rolling farm three fourths of the way up before the next tree line i found a mossy spot in the sagebrush old blue followed the scent of a rabbit hed already entered the forest but seeing me he returned and sniffed out his own soft spot then we nestled down ready for an afternoon nap old blue fell fast asleep i stared up at the turquoise sky and watched as a solitary white cloud shapeshifted momentarily blocking the sun then out of nowhere a crow entered the cloud and as i drifted to sleep with old blue by my side i wondered if the crow was lost and would it come out alive mama knew i loved to adventure mama let me roam ron whitehead from MAMA a work in progress by Greta Render & Ron Whitehead Copyright (c) 2014 Ron Whitehead
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 20:36:08 +0000
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