the music flowed
in blue hues of country grass
banjos strumming
bows flying across fiddle strings
the twang of voices harmonizing
setting my blood to dance in my veins

the smell of air fresh on the farm
the tumble of children laughing
rolling across the fields
the kiss of the golden sun setting
alighting the earth in amber glow
and there was you

friends and strangers intermingled
meeting in strains of congeniality
stories shared of the old days and old ways
while tossing back a couple of beers
and dining upon pot luck presents
and there was you

pretending the cowboy by hay bale roping
cracking the whip at the speed of sound
watching the girls chase little men
the crescent of moon rising
the scent of evening enveloping
and there was you

lanterns now lit and hanging
stars littering velvet skies as diamonds
look, Cassiopeia and the Big Dipper
folk start folding up blankets and chairs
riding in hay wagon exodus
but still there was you

the lighting of the fire warmed chill of night
hushed voices now drifted in gentle conversation
the crackle and pop of flames now serenaded
and the blood danced within my veins
sitting there next to you

s.a.t.