Ironwood
Driving down Highway 23
mountains and road cuts,
a storm brewing in the sky,
hills busting with green
against those grey clouds.
I watch the dotted yellow line
listening to a book of Dolly’s
stories about being a song-maker
on my way back to Hindman
where peace will settle into me
where I hope it radiates to us all.
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I can feel a lovely peace radiating from this poem. Thanks for sharing good vibes with us!
You’ve got to love those hills!
May it radiate from here to Hindman…