threeplusfire | (no subject)

There is beauty to be found even in this suburban sprawl. Take the couple of acres next door to our apartment complex. The house and the barn probably rank among the older structures in this town. I like the barn, where parts are overgrown with green vines. Along the fence line there are purple morning glories, primroses, live oak trees, a few scattered cacti, and a handful of blue flowers that might have been irises. A mockingbird swung on the power line overhead. I like mockingbirds, with thier pale breasts and clever voices. Inside the fence, they keep two donkeys and a pair of ponies, the tiny kind. They roam through the tall grass, a sea of yellow and green mixed with purple and red. The barn is white, and the color of weathered wood. You can smell the sweat of the animals, the grass, the sunlight beating down from a blue sky.