July 01, 2013

Missouri Summer

The leaves were long, the grass was green
The Queen Anne's Lace tall and fair
And in the glade a light was seen
Of a thousand fireflies shimmering

We crossed over a gate, walked along a high rocky ridge and down into a river vale, frightened a flock of deer, sat on an old railway bridge looking down at the river.

Nights like this I think I love Missouri too much to ever leave it.