As I stood on the lonely backroad, I'm sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing ...
Steven HerrickStichwörter: lonely birds laughing backroad kookaburras
I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays.
Steven HerrickStichwörter: dreaming month-of-sundays
I'm thinking about babies. Emma's baby. Jack and my baby. Growing in my mind, if not in my womb.
Steven HerrickStichwörter: babies growing womb
And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.
Steven HerrickStichwörter: sleep read night story dad
I'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.
Steven HerrickStichwörter: lost kids bitter left-me
I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.
Steven HerrickI work hard in the orchard, not for the money anymore, but for something I can't explain. Something worth more than money.
Steven HerrickStichwörter: money orchard work-hard worth-more-than-money
Two Arts degrees does not a life make.
Steven HerrickStichwörter: life arts-degree
I tell him everything as we walk. Maybe so he won't be disappointed being born into a place like this.
Steven HerrickStichwörter: disappointed born a-place-like-this tell-him-everything
But when I look at this farm I keep thinking it's not whether I have the guts to go but if I have the guts to stay.
Steven HerrickStichwörter: go farm guts stay
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