The Back Forty

Childhood memories....

The smell of hay
The sun beating down hard
Burning the tops of our heads
And our arms
The sound of the pokey grass crunching beneath our shoes
And the crickets chirping too
The feeling of adventure
And being one with nature
That was life on the back forty.

Gripping the handle bars tight
Going so fast I almost take flight
As I pilot the wheeler over a few dips
And hope that I don't flip
The trails winde all around
Some go in circles
Or up steep hills
Feeling the wind on my face
And in my hair
Freedom....was in the air
That was life on the back forty.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air
As I sat to rest on the hill
Watching the sun go down
And dreaming of the future
Hoping I'd still be able to come out here
And sit in the clear
With the dogs around me
And damp air sorrounding me
But I took it for granted
And now the back forty is gone...

I miss the late night walks
And the trail talks
The smell of wheeler exhaust

Mixed with the damp swamp
The sound of the crickets chirping
And the feelings of adventure
And Freedom
That was life on the back forty....
And I miss it dearly....

Author's Note

I don't know if it's any good....seems to be missing something to me....might add more to it later...but please excuse any bad grammar for now....

Reviews

[deeps]

This is wonderful, I like this it's lovely
Except for teh wheeler exhaust..LOL
This is very creative and well written.