Summer in the Middle of Nowhere

The rocky broken in path

Comes into peripheral view

The bright green gate

With an old rusted lock

The tan and green cabin

In an oval of trees

The hot black seat

Of the four-wheeled beast

Roars to life when I press

The florescent green button

Riding anywhere

Crystal creeks

To black, fire-burnt trees

Or Uncle’s ranch

There in a blink of an eye

Floating down the clear waters

Being almost put to sleep

Then water wars

And laughter begins

Everyone having a great time

Circle of rocks with a stick teepee

Lighting a match making the sticks scream

And burst up in flames

The white gooey cloud on a stick

Heats perfectly

The middle of nowhere

Spending time with your family

At our cabin near

The Niobrara River

Sitting there

Making memories