I don’t care what anyone says

People have their things

Isn’t it interesting

Where we find ourselves

Where we choose to be

If you could be anywhere

Where would your heart delve

Mine’s in an open field behind the church in my neighborhood

On a steamy August night

When the sun’s not as bright

But some poofy clouds hang low on the horizon

There’s no drive to get there, just a neighborhood stroll

If you look close enough you’ll see my eyes glisten

The cicadas flutter and the egrets squawk

You’ll hear them if you listen

Better yet, a Golden retriever runs free

His loose lips and cheeks flop

He’s so happy

Green grass is the backdrop

We run through the field

It’s wonderful

All my worries yield

I’m healthy, I’m alive

So is my dog

Best of all, here I feel God

And there’s no place else I would rather be

It’s why I have to leave

It’s why I can’t

Isn’t it interesting

This place that beckons me

A field under the pink sky

It’s where I like to spend my time

With my dog and God

At twilight