the place that i call home
standing outside on a steep rolling hill
amongst hills that the eye can see
the sun dancing on hilltops
to acknowledge their presence to the world
my boots sinking into the mud
a rock stabbing the backside of my boot
creating a little hole
the light breeze on my heel
the horses galloping across
the valleys below
the morning dew creating rainbows
as they run by
a wave of corn and grass
tickling against my nose
as an open bottle of bourbon
sits ready at the table for a taste
Kentucky
the place that i love
the place i can breathe
the place that i call home
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Wonderful portrait!