Summer Thoughts

You love being barefoot, wear light, summery clothes, sleep outside, swing, eat cold ice cream from the Highway Dairy Bar and warm, sunny tomatoes, fresh from the garden. Sleep with the windows open, lay in the grass and listen to the birds, the sweet, warm breeze blow through the trees. Wade with nub toes down in the creek, feel the warm-cold-in-spots water close over me in the pond. Bonfires, chasing fireflies, worrying acessively about actually remembering to shave my legs. Work, lots of it-moving sheep, sweating out in the hot, hot sun, getting burned, chasing sheep, smelling like stuborn sheep, finally see momma sheep and baby sheep peacefuly grazing in their new pasture. Now, taking a refreshing, temper cooling shower, the cool stones of the out door shower massaging sore, swollen feet. And silly thoughts of someday not being the only person in the shower, of prince -sheep-expert-wrestler-charming (if you ever have sheep of course) Who's idea was it any way to start a flock of sheep? Not yours-cough, cough. Blackberry scratches all over your legs, feet sinking deeply into wet, cold, oozing moss as you twirl in the gathering dusk. You feel so close to heaven, yet so small and far away. Breath in the scent of your horse, he smells like grass and summer. Wish on the soft glow of the first star, give up wishing and start praying because your so close and you don't want to let go.