i'll have a big back yard to run in

and a big oak tree for climbing

and a wrap around porch

to sip homemade iced tea

that brewed in the sun

while i watched it



i'll whisper my secrets

to the wind

their dollars to me

won't mean nothing

except maybe to keep

the weeds down

in my vegetable garden



my mail will come to

33 zen lane

in a county called rushing river

that's its native name



my family will be my friends

my friends will be my home

you can't call me

you'll just have to come

because i won't have a phone