The Land

This past week i had the oppurtunity to spend some time in good ol' Blythe California. My Father and I saddled up the horses and went for a ride around the farm. It is nothing grand. But, i never realized the connection i feel for that land. It is just dirt. But, it is dirt that has caught the sweat of my family for eighty years. As my father and i rode i came to realize that no matter where i go in this world, or what i become that piece will always be a part of me. The rocks on the river edge have seen more stories then can be written. That land has felt more pain then can be realized. I am proud to say that I was raised on a little patch of heaven in the Palo Verde Valley.