Home. That is where my heart goes, That is where I find my roots that hold me in place, That is where the long road ends, where the green never seems less green. Home is where my…

                          Repost 2008   The boy who dreams the entire year long for summertime in Willows is happily living his dream. Yesterday he turned sixteen and his Cousin Curtis and Uncle Zane gave him a summer job cleaning their rice…

   Going from home, one to the other. Passing crops golden to a sea blue, following the long road while my thoughts unwind, divide, separate, gather, connect, holding me over space, time, through the goodbyes to the near future hello.…