As I stood on the lonely backroad, I'm sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing ...
Steven HerrickMots clés lonely birds laughing backroad kookaburras
I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays.
Steven HerrickMots clés 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 HerrickAnd I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.
Steven HerrickMots clés 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 HerrickMots clés 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 HerrickMots clés money orchard work-hard worth-more-than-money
Two Arts degrees does not a life make.
Steven HerrickMots clés 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 HerrickMots clés 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.
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