Down the back roads through small towns

And pastures laid out like a patchwork quilt.

Life couldn’t be simpler. Roll down the window and feel the chilling breeze.

The sun warms the leather seats while it shines through the trees. Look out the window and see the cows in the field laying lazily in the grass. See the horses running in the pastures, the lambs huddled under the shade of trees. Driving through the dusty back roads seeing the scenery unfold

From hill to plain and back again take a look at this majestic farmland.

Driving through town see the shops that tell a history to touristy for me. Take me back to the fields were the fair is where the Rodeo

Bows their heads to God and respects the flag. See the clown walking across the fence post telling his funny jokes. Here comes the mutton race hope your kid wins first place.

Next are the wranglers trying to get the cows tied down like you would a sibling when mom makes fresh bread. Don’t be fearful of the bulls it was only once one got lose in the crowds. Look at the sun setting over the pastures. But alas I can’t stay for it is time to go but I know I’m leaving home once more and I’ll be back again someday.