A harvest-moon hangs low and bright
Heaping healing into the night
A Wrangler jeep heats a white T-shirt, no shoes needed skip the dirt
A hippie cries out plying for peace, suburban saviors quietly control (kill) gassing the geese
Take one out, out to the wild, where a weaning mother let’s go of her child
A farm fields rest domestically vain, builders count cash grinning greedily with gain
Hands clasped at the end of an aisle, a little later an attorney opens a file
Give me the wind, branches, and sandy soil
Born free, lucky and raggedly Royal
Blessings perpetuate pleading multiplication
blood-stained garments, finds purification
Free at last…
Just a guy on a Journey! 
Great post again! It was a great blood moon. How awesome is all the creation of the Lord!!