I Believe

I Believe


I believe in thirty minutes there and thirty minutes back

I believe in winding roads

I believe the water tells us which way to go

I believe in the old white oaks who hide the stop-signs

I believe in the fog to make your dreams vivid

I believe in the devil’s backbone

I believe in the long row to hoe

I believe in the mimosa trees for a lick of paradise

I believe in all of the good ol’ dogs

I believe in the conflicted cat who makes a better dog

I believe in the 89-year-old gardener

I believe in finding the honey hole and never telling a soul

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