I’m from farmland that no one can name
From the unexpected back country
And long horse’s manes

I am from meaningful conversations
From young contemplation
And tired expressions

I’m from the days
When life didn’t hurt
Things were simple
People weren’t curt

I’m from worn leather saddle straps
From grass that has never been mowed
And unwilling dusty clothes

I’m from constant movement
And never a rest
From the unexplored
And fascinating nests’

I’m from the days
When life didn’t hurt
Things were simple
People weren’t curt