Walking up the hill, your arm holding me so close my steps were buoyant as we walk toward the future.
Sun and breeze over rough stalks we stop.
I hear your mind creating the vision.
Road base and curb appeal
A barn and a quilt square
A barn!!
Culverts through creek, new corners and fence, we find a hidden place to set a dream for growing corn.
The road home will hug the curve of the land like your hand on my hip
And at the end, I will find you.