Bluegrass

The grass was blue
A Blue green Hue
Pristine mothers birth Place
Antebellum relic of memories

Reminiscent of the south's old song
Sung to the tune of small towns
Thoroughbred dreams
Long and lean

Baseball teams of one
Hit the long ball
With a stick and a rock
Against tobacco barn backstop

Railroad walks
Echo into forever
Resonate to a child's thrill
Of fleeting thoughts

Blackberries and summer fairs
Big memories consisting of small events
Cast a grandiose image
That reality can not replace

A hero for a moment (in my mind)
As I played on this field of no fences
In a place that time has forgotten
Cowboy fantasy envisioned
Relived from its distant past