Tuned Out

Self important experts,

Chatter on my radio,

As I sip my morning Coffee,

Pull on my boots, it’s time to go.

I leave behind the senseless babble,

About the madness of our age,

Drink in the smells of daybreak;

Damp earth, pine and sage.

Some folks rely  booze or drugs,

To escape their reality.

I just need a mountain trail,

And a good horse under me.

Mike Puhallo

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