Country Cure
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Country Cure
Country Cure
After two long years of fightin in a hot dessert war
He made it home in one piece – but his mind needed a cure.
When he left home we was just nine-teen – an innocent kid
The boy returned a bitter man –angry from things he saw and did.
Thinking the cure would be in his big city partying ways
He spent his nights out drinkin – druggin – life in a haze.
His body got sick and he realized this life offered no cure
So he packed up and left –to wander the world- home soil no more.
From the deepest valleys and tallest peaks he searched for his heart
On every continent he tried to forget and make a new start.
But wherever he went that war stalked him like a beast
Back to the states he stumbled - one more try –at the very least.
In a rented camper he traveled all the back roads - makin the rounds
And began to find comfort in the kindness of folks in these small country towns.
All these simple places where he thought life would be such a bore
Now – were offering him peace and love – a warm hearted –country cure
With his travelin and runnin winding down his heart opened and started to mend -
then a good country woman graced his life and finally his war came to an end.
His mistrust in people and for all of man kind – had left him for sure -
and the only medicine needed came from a good country cure.
A country poem/song by Mike Domino - Poetography
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Re: Country Cure
I like what you've got in this write: it's casual and vivid at the same time 
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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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