Mo(u)rning cross Country.

Long shadows cast
by defrosting Cows
moored in a sea of green,
Tail swishing cudd gnashing;
Dreaming cow dreams,

Silhouettes of churches
and the errant wind turbines
Waving their arms in chorus
Cheering me on as I drive into the sun,

Old farm houses disintegrating slowly
Lonely
As lepers;

The smallest towns are just
clusters of buildings gathered
round ancient churches
hoping for answers.

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About brokeMC

Artist: Graphic Design, Audio Production, Photo and Film Production and Editing, Painting, Writing, and all other manner of creative indulgence. and my moonwalk is ill.
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One Response to Mo(u)rning cross Country.

  1. bussokuseki says:

    I always find the old farmhouses breaking down to be so sad…once so proud… Enjoyed the piece. Be well~

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