Outside the Nashville city limits a friend and I did drive, on a day in early winter I was glad to be alive. We went to see some friends of his who lived upon a farm. Strange and gentle country folk who would wish nobody harm. Fresh-cut sixty acres, eight cows in the barn. But the thing that I remember on that cold day in December was that my eyes they did brim over as we talked. In the slowest drawl I had ever heard the man said "Come with me if y'all wanna see the prettiest place in all of Tennessee." He poured us each a glass of wine and a-walking we did go, along fallen leaves and crackling ice where a tiny brook did flow. He knew every inch of the land and Lord he loved it so. But the thing that I remember on that cold day in December was that my eyes were brimming over...
Living too much by my own little life bus.