After years of wondering why? My wonderful twin provided clarity in poetry. Truly an angel here on earth she provided an answer I can live with.
Livin On The Land
By Lindsey Joy Smith
Livin on the land, sure was grand
Cactus and wide open skies
Our dusty dirt road led to hopes of our home,
Easily pictured in our minds eyes
Makin peace with the critters and playing with cousins
Meal time was never a bore
But with no runnin water, the days felt much hotter
Till water was lugged from the store
Outside in the dessert it grew easy to see
How a want compared to a need
Our previous t.v filled, microwave lives
Looked luxurious, with a tad bit of greed
The Path to Enlightenment brought time for reflection
The Trail of Tears gave time to pray
When plannin our future and life on the land
“Forever” - How long we would stay
But Bank desperados, masked bandits with pistols
Shot holes through our hopes and our dream
Returning to stop lights, cable and comfort
We pulled into town out of steam.
What of tortoise and sage brush and prickly pear cacti?
What of ward and new friends made as well?
What of acres of plans and acres of land
And dreams quietly shot straight to h***?
If life on the land taught us nothin at all,
Then surely it was all for naught.
But this lesson now learned, our heads won’t turn
For out on the land we were taught:
A want and a need aint always the same,
Of this we now know for sure
The time that was spent in good ole Mescal
Was no end stop, just a detour
Though our hearts might still want the wide open air
and the dessert smell after a rain
They really belong to the Cowboy Above
Who needs us at Bellatrix Lane