I am currently taking Regional Lit. and we were asked to do a poetry prompt paying off of another poem called county. I decided to post it because it came from memories that I have of my home county.
The county of enumerable sagebrush
County of gravel roads
County of broken fences
Fences always needing fixed
County of grazing cattle
County of rocky mountain oysters and Ice cold beer
After a hard day of branding
County of playful calves in the spring
And hunting for food in the winter
County of the Saturday night bonfires
And the non existent police
County of scarce traffic
And town with no stop lights
Where the highway ends
County of more bars and churches
Than of any other businesses
County where everyone knows everyone else
And no invite is needed
This I call Home.
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