The little cowboy, barefoot in his dungerees, straw in his mouth, squinted out yonder through the morning light, through the slats in the fence, wondering where his pony ran off to.
“look over yonder,” he says, as if he had stepped out of an old storybook. and maybe he had, because as she looks down the fields of golden wheat she sees something impossible. something incredible. something amazing, and not a little bit terrifying, was on its way.
title of a grandbrothers song i love. favorite song by them is “ezra was right” which i actually have tattooed on my arm. it was the first one i got, right after i turned eighteen. it will forever be my special song. “yonder” is a good one too, though.
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Her crystal blue eyes flooded with tears and she stared over yonder. The smoke from what used to be her home filled the sky. Clutching her small kitten, she lowered her head. They had each other and that would just have to be enough.
Cat
you stay over here,
and i go over yonder.
you stay within my ear,
and of you i will ponder.
She gazed out at the horizon, her hand resting on the pistol on her hip. She squinted against the sun and sighed, turning to her partner. “See that over yonder? That’s where we need to be.”
The little cowboy, barefoot in his dungerees, straw in his mouth, squinted out yonder through the morning light, through the slats in the fence, wondering where his pony ran off to.
“look over yonder,” he says, as if he had stepped out of an old storybook. and maybe he had, because as she looks down the fields of golden wheat she sees something impossible. something incredible. something amazing, and not a little bit terrifying, was on its way.
title of a grandbrothers song i love. favorite song by them is “ezra was right” which i actually have tattooed on my arm. it was the first one i got, right after i turned eighteen. it will forever be my special song. “yonder” is a good one too, though.
Her crystal blue eyes flooded with tears and she stared over yonder. The smoke from what used to be her home filled the sky. Clutching her small kitten, she lowered her head. They had each other and that would just have to be enough.
you stay over here,
and i go over yonder.
you stay within my ear,
and of you i will ponder.
She gazed out at the horizon, her hand resting on the pistol on her hip. She squinted against the sun and sighed, turning to her partner. “See that over yonder? That’s where we need to be.”