Love Poem: Little Adobe House
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Written by: Steven Young

Little Adobe House

Little adobe house on 160 acres
She grows flowers. I grow corn
Tomatoes, watermelon, etc.
Peace, love, hope, and joy
Grow themselves

Porch faces orange blazes
Draped over the rugged Mules
And a barn owl hoovers over
An old water tank with a bunny
In her talons for her 
So-ugly-they're-cute hatchlings
Ladder leaned on it
to climb up and see 'em

Brothers and sisters drive from town
For Bible Study 
Every Friday night... 

After the Word there's coffee and treats
And men load up the truck

Armed rabbit assassins
Patrol Charlie's alfalfa fields

While back at the house
Women laugh and
Children play

Extra rooms 
For friends who want to
Spend the night
Saturday mornings
Coffee and  bacon waffles
In Charlie's pond across the road
Bass to catch

Beautiful, glorious days

Last night I dreamed 
That in this economy 
Where shelter's scarce
I was back at the ranch
With a hundred millenials
All of whom, knew me

The adobe house was remodeled 
Terracotta with green and red
Lots of black wrought iron 
Railings, fences, and gates
Rooms added onto
Big as a mansion

Dirk came to weld more iron
With his crew 
And I was trying to make everyone leave

Then I went out towards the pond 
And got lost in a huge coal field
A stranger appeared and I asked
How to go back to the road
And a sheriff stopped me with his gun
We, (well it felt like you)
Took his gun from him 
But you wouldn't let me shoot him
And I didn't

I woke up... missing all that we had

Your home-made bread
Love by the fire
After kids went to bed
It was incredible 
What we did
What we made
What we grew

Our little boys in their cowboy hats
Playing under the giant cottonwood
Our big sprawling porch every evening
Watching the orange purple fire 
Spread itself over the valley 
And fade into embers 
Sparkling the big black night

Like those sunsets, we raged and died 
Time after time after time after time
Until we didn't 
My dear, sweet, 
Warm, loving, 
Beautiful 
Ex-

You're still so good to me after all 
Praying for your family 
In that little old church
Where I lost my faith so long ago 
Quit being the man you used to know
Something I still believe in though
And always will